Here is the challenge from this creative mother of (almost) 3.....
"So, here’s the skinny: I’ve been thinking about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And I figured, why not take 5 minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.
Ala-ka-zam – Five Minute Friday was born."
So here is my first attempt.....
GO.
Her name is Francis. I never knew her name before this week, never even saw her face, but now my life and hers are collided in ways that I would have not expected. Francis is 94 years old, and she is dying.
My job - sit with her, talk to her, make her comfortable, pray for her, sing to her, be Jesus to her.
Her life becomes SO real to me as I meet her son, her granddaughter, and as I answer the phone to friends who call to check in after her stroke. I am their connection, although they don't even know my name. I look around and see traces of her life....the man she loved...the child she raised...the granddaughter she spoiled....the pets she crooned over.
And, then I see more....the tears she cried...the prayers she prayed...the joys she brought into the world...and I thank God for Francis and what her life teaches me as she lies in her bed struggling with each breath. I thank God for teaching me and I thank Him on her behalf for using her even when she doesn't know. Her life still holds purpose and in that, HOPE stirs in me. And I thankful...truly thankful...
STOP.
Hahaha....that was actually quite cool! If you are a fellow blogger, try it out!! Either way, please link over to Gypsy Mama and read some of the Five Minute Friday postings...you just might see something new today in a person you never expected. I know I did! Thanks, Lisa-Jo!
Her name is Francis. I never knew her name before this week, never even saw her face, but now my life and hers are collided in ways that I would have not expected. Francis is 94 years old, and she is dying.
My job - sit with her, talk to her, make her comfortable, pray for her, sing to her, be Jesus to her.
Her life becomes SO real to me as I meet her son, her granddaughter, and as I answer the phone to friends who call to check in after her stroke. I am their connection, although they don't even know my name. I look around and see traces of her life....the man she loved...the child she raised...the granddaughter she spoiled....the pets she crooned over.
And, then I see more....the tears she cried...the prayers she prayed...the joys she brought into the world...and I thank God for Francis and what her life teaches me as she lies in her bed struggling with each breath. I thank God for teaching me and I thank Him on her behalf for using her even when she doesn't know. Her life still holds purpose and in that, HOPE stirs in me. And I thankful...truly thankful...
STOP.
Hahaha....that was actually quite cool! If you are a fellow blogger, try it out!! Either way, please link over to Gypsy Mama and read some of the Five Minute Friday postings...you just might see something new today in a person you never expected. I know I did! Thanks, Lisa-Jo!
