Liz Rasley

Hi There-

I’m doing this 5 minute writing challenge again…and again. Seems I’m sort of a fan of this weekly writing game, you think?

And a reminder in case you’ve here’s what this challenge is all about…in case maybe you want to play too, some time-

This is a weekly writing “game”  from my bloggy friend Lisa-Jo Baker, who blogs (and writes heart-breakingly, beautiful words and stories) at http://lisajobaker.com/

So, here’s the challenge, should you accept it: you write for 5 minutes, free, like you have no fear or shame or no editor inside your head (both are hard for me)…and then you link up to her blog, and encourage the writer who links up before you.  This last piece is crucial, as we need to encourage others.

Each week is a new word, a new thought starter, and you have 5 minutes to write….and are you ready? go-

Wide

Lord how I want to follow you wide.

Into the wide open spaces,

Into the wide expanse of my family’s outstretched arms,

Into the wide belief that your love is not scare, it’s not atonement, into the hope that your love is not conditional.

I want to follow you into the wild blue yonder, in an adventure so deep and powerful my sparrow sized mind fails to comprehend it.

You tell us to open our tents, pull back wide our stakes, all through Isaiah you say this, you tell us this.

Do not be afraid, you whisper.  Yes, be bold, you whisper.

And you call us to follow the narrow path, the small over-grown-with-weeds path, but you lead us. You clear the path of weeds with a machete of love and  we look up; and we see wide–we see a world of full of wide big sky, opportunities and growth, blessings that we have to look up to see.

Maybe that is the lesson:follow the narrow path, the one, maybe with weeds or that is long and winds around, but look up.  Up, where the sky is open, round and  holds the fullness, 9 months-pregnant-fullness with the great possibility of a day. Fullness of open-ended endless love that we only think, we only assume…

is small.

is scare.

is limited.

It is limitless.  Your sky and your blessings and your love. Your wide, wide, wide  love.