It seems like a good time to tackle this week’s Five Minute Friday exercise.
I encourage you to join in the festivities by joining us at Kate’s spot on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com. It’s really simple. Watch for the prompt, write for five minutes, share your post and get ready to enjoy what the other talented writers have co
To entice you to check us out, I’ve also been sharing some of the experiences my fellow writers have shared as chronicled in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat. This week, I’ll include words contributed by LeeAnn. I hope her words inspire you to join our writing club.
“The Five Minute Friday community is where I found ‘my people’ online. Late night Twitter parties with strangers turned into chatting weekly with friends. During the Five Minute Friday Retreat, the environment felt more like a gathering of long lost friends, not a group of ladies meeting for the first time. I’m so thankful for God’s gift of friendship through this group!”
There you go. The prompt this week is DEEP. My contribution is a little darker than usual, but the prompt prompted these thoughts. The timer is set so it is time to GO…
I looked deep into her eyes, deep enough to see her soul. This time, I saw the pain ravaging her body. I saw how it was affecting her soul, which was on its final journey on this earth.
Looking deep into her eyes was something I did often. As I gazed deep into the soft brown eyes when we were first married, I saw the giddiness in her soul. When I gazed into her eyes after each childbirth, I saw the accomplishment in her soul. When I gazed into her eyes during troubled times, I saw the conflicts raging in her soul. When I gazed in her eyes during the good and special times, I saw peace in her soul, especially after the arrival of our grandchildren. Before she got sick, I gazed deep into her eyes and saw contentment.
But this time was different. It was as if all those … STOP
… emotions were alternately swirling in her soul. She was battling her hardest battle … and I was helpless. After talking for awhile, sharing our ups and downs as husband and wife, she confided she was tired of hurting. All I could muster was to tell her when she was ready, just go. Our Lord is waiting.
About 60 hours later, she opened her eyes and took her last breath.
As I gazed deeply into those bright brown eyes through tear-clouded eyes, I saw grace and dignity at its finest. There was no apprehension. There was no tension in her hands.
It may not be scientifically nor theologically true, but I believe her eyes opened to the glory of eternity as she saw her Lord and Savior come with open arms to embrace her and bring her to the Father.
My prayer is when those around me look deeply into my eyes when it is time to join her, I have that same peace, grace and dignity.
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Volunteer somewhere at least once a month.