On Fridays, I join up with Lisa-Jo Baker and her 5 Minute Friday prompt.
Hundreds of us write for five minutes flat-no editing, no over thinking and no backtracking.
And, because I’m being honest, try as a may, I tend to write longer than five minutes. Forgive this little perfectionist heart.
Today’s Topic: Mess
There are moments when I am reminded that God turns my mess into His masterpiece; where my brokenness becomes His beauty and when my over-sharing gives hope to others.
Moments that come back to me as a ripple from a tossed rock; rings traveling back over time humbling me in my space.
I had no idea the stones of my words would ripple back to me. I write most often from an ugly place of overwhelming, messy life circumstances. I write for therapy. I write for me. I write for the messes in others lives; that they know they are not alone.
She. She read.
A common thread of life’s intersections that pulled her to our story and she read.
She read my words, my heart and my mess.
And, when she recently found herself in a mess of life, she reached out to me from it; a common bond of caregivers to husbands who’ve suffered-our hearts intertwined tightly because of a common battle for our families.
My words, they rippled into her life by her reading and she blessed me by her praying and encouragement.
In a circle of messes, you will find circles of hope, common threads that tie us together.
I always figured God would turn my mess into His masterpiece of my own life.
I learned today that He threads our messes together into a grand tapestry of beauty.
Warriors, expose your messes. Share your story. Skip the stone of hope, and watch the humbling ripples return.
For her. She knows who she is.