Five Minute Friday is my favorite of writing link-ups hosted by Kate Motaung. Her description draws me back every week, and the community of FMF keeps me writing – “This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation. Just write.”
So I come this afternoon to write – feeling a bit rusty, and knowing that it is these very days where writing is necessary. For a writer without writing is like a fish out of water. And I am a writer who needs to write. Join me?
I never was much of a morning person, and that’s an understatement if there ever was one. You only need to ask any member of my family to verify its truth.
But now. Maybe it’s growing older; certainly it’s having less of a choice about the matter since becoming a parent; now – there is nothing I love more than a fresh, beautiful morning.
The day is a blank slate yet to be written. Yesterday’s foibles and sins are wiped clean – “new morning mercies” is what I love to remind my children and myself of after a particularly difficult day. Sunlight streams in as the sun peeks above the horizon; and the birds greet the dawning of a new day.
Last week my husband and I traveled to the Caribbean to celebrate our tenth anniversary, and I can say that (unlike our honeymoon 10 years ago) mornings were my favorite part. The sunlight breaking over the aquamarine horizon, palm branches filtering rays of light, lush green grass sparkling. God inviting his children to play. To come out – to wake up – and delight in the day that he had created.
And isn’t this just as true even hundreds of miles away? When we’ve traded in palm branches waving in the breeze for barren branches shaking in the wintry wind? We still need – and are assured of – God’s love dawning with each morning’s light.