We write for five minutes flat on Fridays.This week's word is growing
We write bold and beautiful and free. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just write or not.
So.. with a quick glance at the clock - I begin:
I take the best of what our garden has produced to preserve for later use, as what is known as the season for growing comes to an end.
But I have heard a still small voice, the One I recognize, like a sheep knows the Shepherd.
And he tells me to stay awake.
As the earth grow stills and snow falls hard, plants begin a time of dormancy, of storing up energy for a future growth spurt.
I think of winter; slowing down, curling up, seeking warmth and comfort, wrapping up in thick blankets of the love of my man, and my friends and my God.
Do not sleep, He whispers.
This too will be a growing season for you, much will take place unseen. Hearts will be healed, faith will be renewed.
So inhale, breathe in courage, come along with Me.
There is much to be done.
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