Friday, August 9, 2013
Five Minute Friday: Lonely -
From Lisa-Jo Baker, the Gypsy Mama: "On Fridays around these parts we like to write. Not for comments or traffic or anyone else's agenda. But for fun, for practice, for joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker. We love to just write without worrying if it's just right or not.
For five minutes flat."
Today's prompt: Lonely.
~ Go ~
The very word looks rather sad. Lonely. Perhaps because we know what it means. It affects us, how we think, how we turn, how we make decisions. Will we be lonely then...?
I know how lonely is.
Lonely is when you are alone, and it steals in and tells you....
you will be alone for awhile, and it might hurt while lonely is there.
Lonely is the way I am when I walk to the grave and sit and talk.
Lonely is the way I feel when I leave a conversation because they have no idea what went wrong.
Lonely is the way you look when you feel lost because Heaven is your Home and this isn't.
Lonely is sad, it is hard, it is tears of misunderstanding and hurt and ache.
Lonely is melancholy and longing for someone who is missing.
Lonely is lonely.
It just is.
Sometimes I look at the passenger side of my car and imagine someone else sitting there.
Maybe someone who will laugh with me about nothing and take photos of me in the sunset light.
He might be tall, he might be handsome...he might be soon and he might be never.
Only God knows. But oh, how He knows.
Because in the aching hours of the weeping night when I'm longing and lonely for those people who made Heaven Home....He is there. And when I awake, He is there.
I am never lonely for Him, because He called me to abide, and so I do. I in Him, and He in I.
~ Stop ~
Love love love these Five-Minute Fridays!! I encourage y'all to join me sometime! So freeing.
I took that photo above in October 2012, when we flew to Ohio to say goodbye to my Grandmother, who had recently passed away. Autumn was in full swing, and was oh, so beautiful.
With much love always,
~ Jean Marie