Today is Sunday, so I figured it would be a great time to link up to Gypsy Mama's Five Minute Friday.
The rules? Write for five minutes without stopping to correct or edit.
The topic? Remember
Ready? Set? GO!
I remember back when I was little and I had blind faith. I just thought that it would all work out and that I would be safe, and sound and protected.
I remember when I used to walk in front of the strip mall with my dad and he would put his hand on top of my head and I would close my eyes and he, with his hand on my head, would lead me around the poles and trash cans and people.
Until one time he forgot that I had my eyes closed.
And I ran into a pole.
And it hurt. It hurt my head, and my pride.
Things are different, now though. I still wish for that hand on my head, and I still wish for that gentle but firm guiding from my dad, but it's not like that anymore. I know that no one can do that for me. No one can be constantly vigilant and watch my every step.
And so, for the longest time, I tried to put my own hand on my head and close my eyes and lead myself.
But you can guess the outcome of that!
So I have now turned to look at another Father.
I know that my father still loves and cares for me, but he is not here, right here, right now.
And my blindness leading my own self just wasn't working.
And besides, when I hit that pole, and it hurt, and I fell, this hand on my head couldn't hold me up, because I was the one who holding the hand up on the top of my head.
But now, I have a Father who puts His hand under and around me and not only guides me, but holds me up and watches not only where my head goes, but where my feet go, also.
STOP! Wow that was a fast 5 minutes!