Five Minute Friday – Possible

I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s POSSIBILE) and write for five minutes about it.

We did it. We survived something we never dreamed possible: lived through a year like none other in our lifetime, one fraught with deep potholes and crazy things we couldn’t have imagined if we tried.

We come to the one year mark of upside down living somewhat battered. Weary and worn out. More cynical maybe? Stronger, perhaps? Wiser, hopefully.

I looked back in my journal and other writing from one year ago when the topsy-turvy-ness began and see a naïveté. Of course. Friends, we’ve come through something utterly unimaginable to our relatively comfortable mindsets and we’re not on the other side yet.

Forgive me if I’m not marking the milestone. I’m worn out and still trying to regain my equilibrium. Yes, I cling to hope and believe in possibility, but I also believe there’s wisdom found in lament.

So, I’m lingering. Staying quiet. And working on regaining my balance in a world that keeps jolting. That’s enough for now.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
5 comments
  1. Linda, so many amen’s! I’m right there with you sistah.

  2. “To everything there is a season.” Right? Our society doesn’t like the down time, the sad moments, the seasons of lament, but they are winters for our sould. And if I know one thing, it’s that spring comes after winter. When your winter ends, your joy will flourish.

    Amie, FMF #30

  3. Linda, I did this very exercise on my own last week and it resulted in a latest blog post marking Coronaversary. I think we should have a national pandemic remembrance day. With the vaccine, new president, virus cases declining, and spring in the air, I’m seeing possibilities.

  4. Well said, Linda! Thanks for sharing your thoughts. It helps to read the feelings of others at this time.

  5. Perhaps this time of testing
    was truly Heaven-sent,
    that we might learn the blessing
    of the wisdom of lament.
    Perhaps it is to save us
    from what we might become,
    for, like ancient Icarus
    we flew too near the sun
    on our spreading pride-waxed wings
    that never could support
    all our boastful needful things,
    and, melting, left us short
    of strength to face what would betide
    when we would not stay by God’s side.

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