We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that Lisa Jo posts here.
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
She woke up a littler warmer than usual. Her smiles and giggles dismissed any thought of her being sick. By the time it was time to go to church, I started thinking she might have a little fever.
There is just something about holding someone that close.
Whispering songs from your soul to your Lord right beside her tiny ear that is yet to understand the significance of the words. Praying in faint murmurs for the immediate needs of her to feel better and the long term one of her to know her ultimate Healer.
Shifting ever so slightly because any discomfort is nothing compared to the feeling of her completely content on me. I softly kiss her head, words falling short of how I feel in this moment.
Overwhelmed that He would allow me to hold such a gift so close.
She is close and I wish I could keep her that way forever...