Five Minute Friday: True -

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: True. 

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I stare out the window at the grey day, so unusual for our sunny Florida, wondering if it is trying to pretend it is Autumn, or pretend it is late summer, even though we all know the temps will spike back up into the 90's next week, and we'll all be happily heading to the beach once again. 

But for today it is grey. I love grey. Grey is that happy, calm, quiet medium between black and white. 

The black being too dark and the white being too blinding. Grey is where I curl up with a book and dream. 

But grey also makes me think of Autumn, and Autumns make me miss people in Heaven.
And I think that so much of my life comes down to a few very big moments, and those moments are spent by gravesides. 

(Photo taken October 2012 in Ohio)

We know God goes before us in all things, and weeps with us when we mourn, and that's why joy and grace cover us when we go there. We know that as the grass is torn back and the ground is uneven with sadness and uncertainty and the dirt that isn't smoothed quite right and the flowers that are pelted by the rain....that as things aren't perfectly beautiful there, it is because death was not meant for us. 

We were built to live and live fully. 

Those moments are all seared into my brain, of course the latest ones are the ones that sting the most. It will be a year soon that we buried my Grandmother, but then again, it will be 4 years soon that they buried their son. It all stings and hurts and breaks your heart every time you think about it. 

And then I just keep remembering walking off those tent floors, out into the cold,
 or in that Tennessee heat, down those steep stairs upon that unbearably sad hillside. 

And I know every single time I walked away from yet another grave....that it was all TRUE. It was true, every bit and paragraph and every song and crying prayer to the One we begged to define life for us. The Gospel was true, the Bible was true, Heaven was true. 

He was true. 

~ Revelation 19:11-13, 16 ~ 

"Now I saw Heaven opened, and behold, a white horse.
 And He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war. His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns. He had a name written that no one knew except Himself. He was clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God....

And He has on His robe and on His thigh a name written: King of Kings and Lord of Lords." 

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Y'all. I love writing on Five Minute Fridays.
 It's like someone hands me a present and it's a fresh, clean journal, just for today.
And it will be filled with whatever comes from my heart. It's a really sweet thing. I love it!
 Thanks to everyone who comes by to visit! I hope y'all have a wonderful weekend. 

With love always,

~ Jean Marie ~