So...I meant to do this yesterday, but co-op Fridays are super busy, so this is Five Minute Fridays on Saturday. lol! The Gypsy Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif hosts 5 minute Fridays...5 min of pure, unedited writing, each week, and I think I want to start joining in weekly...it does not really mesh well for me to do this on my new site, With Eager Hands, so I am going to do it here. If you haven't already, please visit my new blog, With Eager Hands, and subscribe if you haven't already! :D
I remember it like a cool summer day. Odd that it's cool in the middle of summer, but beautiful to behold. It makes me want to wrap up in a blanket and walk along the beach, hair down, billowing gently as the wind works through it.
As I walk along I can feel the sand polishing away the dry, dead cells on my feet...the same way God is working the dry, dead parts of my soul out of me with each lesson; each embrace.
The waves crash, violent, on the rocky edge which is the shore, becoming smoother, and smaller with every impact. Work in me Lord, until I am so small that I can not be seen, but in all I do, only YOU shine through.
The sun radiates down on the beach. It gives the illusion of a warm day. Blades of grass glisten with dew still not dry from the night before because the sun's heat is just slow in doing it's work today.
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