Caution: It’s Five Minute Friday, and you’ve entered a no-edit zone.
The air breathes cool through the open window, wafts past the clean cotton Yankee votive that releases just a hint of fragrance. The shrub sways in time with the bell rope, and a hummingbird buzzes at the feeder, hovers in place, sips and savors. A wasp with legs dangling wants in the garage and seeks entrance at the cracks of the closed door. Wee crabapples snuggle deep in branches, and I wonder if the waxwings will return. And will I see them if they do.
I’ve struggled to be present on the page this past week. So many distractions seek to dip into my space, and I sense a need to step back and just be present to the moment. Because the present is a present–a gift. And sometimes it’s too easy to let it slip away. And how can I write about it if I don’t wonder in it.
Paul tells us to present our bodies as living sacrifices. To slip into that sacred space of surrender, dead to self, alive to the breath of the Spirit. To listen in the silence as He whispers sweet everythings. To sniff the smoke of His presence and the sacrifice of self.
I’m feeling a bit stretched, a need to air out my space, to seek some stretched out stillness, to sacrifice more stuff, to unstuff internally and externally, to present myself and listen long. To dabble in a little in a little whimsy, to play with paints, to sit with a couple writing projects, to clear out more head and home clutter. To dissolve a little more self and step into some deep scary places that could spill in page presence and word surrender.
I confessed to some of the BibleDude team that I think I might need a brief blog break–but fear holds me back. Fear of being forgotten, fear of forgetting to come back to the page.
And yet there’s this Presence that beckons, the whisper of a fragrance…
In community with Lisa Jo and the Five Minute Friday community
on the word present.