I sometimes write on Friday morning for five minutes because I’m not nearly afraid of a challenge as I used to be. I’m not nearly as mislead by the day when it is new and I sort of appreciate the Five Minute Friday idea, keeping me from analyzing every word.
It’s not late enough for someone who is on vacation. Still, I rise and I meet me in the place of solitude. I scrunch into the corner, bordered by pillows on one side and my books on the other, some of them study, some sketch, another the book marked with the year.
Coffee cup chosen to match the mood. Paisley, a keeper, every thing a reason, a season, a remembrance.
Barely opened my eyes from the tossing of the night and not alert enough to fret.
The morning still breaking, I sit void of lamplight and I read another’s words on perfection, the I AM definition.
Find my comfort for this day, more to come
in this year I called, still calling “breakthrough” with breaks that seem only tiny cracks letting the light in, the air out, the door creaking its hinge.
“The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me. Lord, your faithful love endures forever; do not abandon the work of your hands.”
Comfort for today, bright hope for tomorrow.
This post is prompted by Five Minute Friday: http://fiveminutefriday.com/linkup/