Taking five minutes with the #FiveMinuteFriday gang to write unedited on ‘Together’.
I haven’t met you yet, but somehow we’re together. I have a twitter account, and I link my blog, and before I know it I am part of a world of writers, waiting in the presence of words.
Before we were born, God had an idea. He put this passion in us, hard-wired, a passion to write. He knew we would need friends and family. He chose the family. He gave us family.
So often I am in the presence of others, even wonderful Chrisitan friends, but feel apart. My heart, my thoughts, my wonderings seem a long way away from where my wonderful friends are. I love them, and I choose to be with them regularly, but we’re not together writing.
There’s a friend I have with whom I write regularly. It’s been a while. I’m aching… to connect again. And it will be an email, I guess, that brings us back into the place of communion once more. Not sure when I’ll see them, for real. But the lines on the page are in some ways who they are. Just like what you’re seeing of me today.
Just lines. You might not know me yet, or know my face. Maybe you would pass me in the street and be none the wiser. But you’ve met me in my words.