Friday morning has come, and it’s time to meet up with Lisa-Jo Baker — Tales of a Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday where we are challenged to:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking (so much more fun than having to write carefully!).
2. Link back here and invite others to join in (great way to build community).
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments (a chance to make new friends).
READY, SET, GO!
Let’s get something straight — I do not like to exercise. Never have, likely at 66 I will never learn to like it.
But the word “stretch?” Well, that’s an entirely different kind of exercise depending on why you’re stretching.
Each morning I stretch to get out of bed and then I watch our cat, Maggie, enjoy what appears to be the most luxurious stretch. Maggie goes from being this short little cat into this v-e-r-y l-o-n-g cat. She so seems to enjoy stretching!
God has called me to stretch this year, but unlike Maggie’s morning stretch. Stretch myself in a new way to understand my husband whose heart is breaking.
Bob is angry. Angry because his brother, his best mate is losing his battle with an insidious disease. Bob’s brother has gone from vibrant last August to a mere shell today. There is no one inside that shell. Vacant eyes, unresponsive lips, inability to do the most normal things.
Needless to say Bob doesn’t talk about his feelings, but they are “seen” in a variety of ways in our lives. I’ve had to stretch myself to learn that they are not directed at me. The anger just needs to come out in whatever way possible.
Like a rubber band stretched to its limits and perhaps beyond, life for us will relax one day but we don’t know when. God calls me to stretch, and so I do.
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