Around here we link up with Gypsy Mama and write for five minutes flat on Fridays.
We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them
without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes
on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.
In the last weeks of the pregnancy, she knew the life was gone. Knew that God had taken her boy. But she had to wait for the body to go into labor, wait for the shell to be delivered. And I watched her, cried for her. Wishing I could fill her emptiness I just prayed, knowing I had nothing that could fill her.
In a real-life cup filling, I watched her faith. Like an ember that would not go out, it kept glowing and eventually burning. God, He filled her. Gave her His strength to put one foot in front of the other. Strength to keep talking, to keep caring, to keep living. Confronted with the loss of life, her faith burned in a testimony to His completeness. And now that faith, its sparks have landed in the hearts of those who watched and we all remember His faithfulness.
TIME IS UP!
After my 5 minutes of writing, I wondered if I used ember correctly, here is the beginning of the entry of ember in Wikipedia, "An ember is a glowing, hot coal made of greatly heated wood, or coal, or other carbon-based material that remain after, or sometimes precede a fire. Embers can glow very hot, sometimes as hot as the fire which created them. They radiate a substantial amount of heat long after the fire has been extinguished, and if not taken care of properly can rekindle a fire that is thought to be completely extinguished and can pose a fire hazard."
