Five Minute Friday — Small

It’s Friday and time for this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday.

I was going to go in a different direction, but something happened to change my mind. So, without further ado, here’s five minutes on this week’s prompt …  SMALL. The timer is set {clock starts now}

In upstate New York, snow is a winter sport and navigating through the drifts is often challenging. Usually, there is a fall or two in the fluffy white stuff.

This year, however, I have managed to keep my feet firmly planted in the snow … except for the time when my boot started coming off while ensconced in a drift that sucked me down … gently.

That is, until today … and it wasn’t even snowing. It was wet and miserable. Down I went on the stairs, bouncing down three or four. I didn’t get hurt, except for a bruised elbow that I’m sure I’ll notice tomorrow and a small scratch on my pinkie. Fortunately when I went down, I landed on my soft spot … my big butt.

As I sat there in the rain I immediately felt small … not as in insignificance, but as in helpless. The first thing that came to my mind wasn’t my health and well being but this week’s prompt.

As falls or mishaps go, this was pretty mild. I know this was no cosmic wakeup up call. It was simply … STOP

… physics and coefficient of sneaker rubber on wet wood. But it slowed me down as I assessed my situation with an ever-widening ring of water on my backside. I felt like a tiny speck with the stairs and house towering over me. I realized I was mortal and any breath could be my last. And falls are my biggest fear in this season of my life.

But as I slowly got up I wasn’t panicked. I realized I was plugged into a power bigger than me. And as long as I tap into that power, I don’t have to be small.

I hope you take the time to visit Lisa Jo Baker’s blog (http://lisajobaker.com/2014/02/five-minute-friday-small-2/) and what take she and hundreds of other talented writers had on this simple word. You might remember the task is to write for five minutes on the specific prompt word and see what comes out. No heavy editing. No groping for the perfect word or phase. Not a perfect post, not a profound post. Just five minutes of focused writing.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Conscience is a weak, inner voice that sometimes doesn’t speak your language.

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I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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4 Responses to Five Minute Friday — Small

  1. Amber C. says:

    These last words of yours, they grab me: “But as I slowly got up I wasn’t panicked. I realized I was plugged into a power bigger than me. And as long as I tap into that power, I don’t have to be small.” Whether these falls be physical or spiritual, circumstantial or relational, it just strikes me, how great it is to know that we don’t need to panic. That we’re “plugged in” and held by a power bigger than us. Thanks for this reminder today. Joining you from FMF 🙂

  2. kaseyparr99 says:

    Great post. Love your phraseology. Blessings, Kasey

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