Joining up with my friends over at Five Minute Friday to write on a Thursday about the topic of Talent.
I’m not sure what I’m talented at doing. If talking was a talent I’m sure that I’d win a prize 😜
There are those who play music beautifully. There are those who write words that often fill my heart with resonance. There are people who build things, design things, plan things…and I would consider that talent.
but then I start to wonder is talent innate or does it require practice and learning to hone those skills? If you are gifted can you become better at something or have you already arrived?
these are my thoughts for this prompt.
I look at all the pieces
if the light will ever catch them
in the same way again
The stained glass was something
we all took for granted
a spectacle no longer acknowledged
it faded into the background
blurred into the everyday
but it is no more
the remnants hold on
barely tied together
by the melted iron
holding them in limbo
the fist the smashed through
didn’t leave a clean break
there are dark smudges
where blood has dried
as a reminder of what took place
now becomes the focal point
as we stare at it
see what it once was
and wonder how
it could have gone so wrong
I wonder if any of us
have emerged unscathed
i’m never quite sure
if its my blood that’s been left behind
it seems we are forever catching
on the jagged edges
of all we know
you always replay those moments
trying to look back
wondering if you could have known
Looking for signs
I’ve never seen such faces
to grab at the shards
the pieces that had landed everywhere
no one was safe
perhaps if they all gathered together
they could attempt to
piece it back together
return it to what it once was
its been a year
the glass still hangs precarious
we’ve come to disregard
we don’t talk about it
no one tires to keep the shards intact
and i wonder
if one day
will fade into the background
and be overlooked
though the wounds remain
and the anger
and disbelief simmer still
re L firing last year
Begin (v) come into being or have its starting point at a certain time or place.
Gratitude often begins somewhere. You have to begin to look around and start to take in the things that are blessings. Sometimes they are things that are obvious and other times they may take a deeper look or perhaps some pondering time.
When I first read Ann Voskamp’s book One Thousand Gifts I wanted to start counting all the things that were around me. But sometimes, I felt like I had the same things day by day to be grateful for. I wasn’t sure if my list would ever get to 1,000 things.
I don’t know how far I got, and I’ve done a list a couple of times, but somewhere around 100 or so, my attention span would wane and I’d stop counting. Perhaps my inward focus and attention on all the other things streaming around me were what preoccupied my mind.
Lately, I find that God is slipping in blessings in my life all the time. I just have to have the eyes to see, ears to hear, heart to be open. And I need to be able to name them for what they are, his good gifts to me, whether I see them as that or not.
In this past year, there have been a couple of little God winks that I’ve been aware of, situations or moments where something happens that’s clearly God saying I see you and I know your heart.
I hope to continue to count my blessings, to continue to begin again on the list, no matter how far I get and to not give up when I become distracted again, because I know myself and this is most likely the outcome.
Joining up with the group over at Five Minute Friday where everyone takes the same one word prompt and let’s the words flow for five minutes. It’s such a grand writing practice and the community is wonderful as well.
Every morning I take several pills.
I take Iron because I’m anemic. I take birth control because I have endometriosis. And I take three little anti-depressant pills because I have Major Depressive Disorder and an Anxiety Disorder.
When I was in my teens I went through many angsty days of ups and downs emotionally. I often wrote poems to express myself. I cried and yelled, trying to work through the foreign soul that is the adolescent life.
I don’t remember if I was in my later years of high school or just into post secondary when I told my parents I think I needed to see a doctor because I was really struggling. I spoke with my family doctor and he prescribed a pill to try. It changed somethings but didn’t seem to be what I needed.
Thankfully I was able to speak with a psychologist and begin attempting to not only work through the deficiencies in what my brain was producing but also what some of the underlying thought patterns might be to help to combat some of my depressed thinking.
We have worked through different medication throughout the years and at the moment I believe I have been on this specific pills for 10 years. I am thankful for the way it helps regulate my body. There have been days that I have missed taking my pills and I can definitely feel life starting to get overwhelming without this working in my system.
I’ve heard of people hating the stigma associated with taking pills for this purpose. I am so sad that there is stigma. For me, it’s like taking insulin when you are a diabetic. I know that I can’t live in this manner (where I am now) without the pills I take every day. I am so thankful for them.
what if the war you are fighting
is a figment of your imagination
what if this valley you find yourself in
was your own heart betraying you
what if, instead of gathering
the thoughts of others
in place of your own words
you began to speak
what if fear didn’t hold
what if you didn’t hold yourself
your words are yours
no one else can say them
they stay choked up inside
one behind the other
trying to stop
taking up space
wishing for invisibility
one day there will be a torrent
one day that flag of peace will fly
because one day
you’ll break those chains that bind
you’ll open your mouth
and the words will fly
and you will be free
I feel like a broken record saying the same thing over and over again.
I don’t know what to say or to write.
Everything seems to be locked up tight inside me.
I think that might be because rather than deal with things actually, i just face what comes and just carry on with the next thing.
the burdens are getting heavy. the cares are filling my heart.
and my mouth seems bound and gagged..for some reason even though i often use my fingers to type, the image of my mouth being stopped up continues to come to me.
Joining up with friends over at the Five Minute Friday community to write 5 minutes on one subject. It’s always so much fun reading what others share about the same prompt.
““Preach the message, be ready whether it is convenient or not, reprove, rebuke, exhort with complete patience and instruction.”
2 Timothy 4:2 NET
I have always struggled with sharing my faith. Perhaps I have felt that I don’t have the right words, or I didn’t want to offend the person who I am speaking with.
I avoid conflict like my life depends on it. It is one of my biggest weaknesses and at times it feels debilitating. It keeps me from speaking up when I should and feeling frustrated when it was clear I should have opened my mouth.
Sometimes it feels like there are way too many mouths open these days shouting to be heard and to put forth their beliefs. Perhaps my complacency comes from not wanting to add to the noise. But in the midst of lies, darkness and despair, speaking truth and hope, wether quietly or at the top of your voice doesn’t necessarily strike me as a bad thing.
In the traditional words that accompany this verse it says “in and out of season”…which really just means every moment of your day.
Sometimes it’s not convenient. But sharing truth when it is convenient doesn’t require a lot of faith or reliance on the Lord to give you the words.
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