I believe he does it for the greater good of life
itself. Which is love. Which is God.
The greatest gift I have ever been given is someone coming
back for me when he knew I was in trouble.
I tried to call, but didn’t have the number. He just knew.
And got there just in time. And
called 911. And because of him, I
lived. Or because of his intuition.
Intuition is a gift. It is possibly God
speaking to us. And God spoke to him and
now I live. A gift.
Some days I forget to have gratitude for this most special
gift I have been given and get upset about the little things, like the shower
that needs fixed, or the kitchen that isn’t yet fully painted. But really, if I wasn’t here, if he weren’t
here, what would a shower or painted wall mean?
Are they significant?
Of course, it would be a wonderful gift to have those things
done. But hasn’t he done enough?
I’m laughing. I’m
glad to be alive.
Note: This is my first stream-of-conscious writing (or free
writing) post. I have engaged in the
activity before, but being a perfectionist, chose not to post any of the
outcomes. I was inspired by Kimberly,
Rubber Chicken Madness, who linked her Five Minute Friday post from last week to
Yeah Write #50. She was able to access
the emotion I feel when my girls are away for the weekend at their dad’s, which
I haven’t been able to do successfully.
So, in honor of shared experiences that sometimes are better
articulated by our fellow-bloggers, I checked out the Five Minute Fridaylink-up at Gypsy Mama. This week’s word
to use as catalyst for free writing was “gift”.
There are many great outcomes found in the link-up authored by great
bloggers, and I encourage you to check it out.
