Five Minute Friday- Ache

 

On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.

For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.

For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

Won’t you join us?

Here are the rules:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. Most importantly: leave a comment for the person who linked up before you – encouraging them in their writing!

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:

Today’s prompt is:  Ache

Ready? GO!

As I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and slide feet to carpet, I feel a familiar pain slice through my left foot. As I stand full weight balanced and drop heel to the floor, sharp pain becomes dull ache…*sigh*

Oh there you are, you haven’t been around for a while…I hadn’t missed you. The conversation with the ache goes something like this.  I had nearly forgotten what you felt like.

It’s my own fault, this ache that plagues me today. A failure on my part to do what was best and fully warm up/stretch before our volleyball games last night. Instead, I jumped straight into a pick up game, muscles cold from sitting, blood flow diverted to stomach from dinner.  Instead of taking it slow, instead of digesting, instead of preparing, I just jumped in….and now….now my near forty year old body aches.

Life, love and God require warm up too, don’t you think?  As I look back on life’s heartaches, I realize that so often they were my own fault…I  just jumped in…I didn’t wait, I didn’t pray, didn’t take it slow, or digest or pray…I just jumped…and ached.

STOP!

4 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday- Ache

  1. I love this Cari! I will let this be my Writer’s Assignment today! : ) Here goes my 5 minutes:

    “Ache”
    For years, I longed, no…ACHED…to hear my son, Steven (severely autistic, mostly non-verbal, adult) speak to me. To say “Mom”, or “I love you” or geez, even “It’s my tummy that hurts, that’s why I’m crying in agony, you idiot” I pursued actively all interventions that seemed applicable. I prayed. I fasted. I cried. I hoped. But, mostly… I just kept moving towards a goal that might never come. My marriage fell to pieces over the long-term strain. My body aged because of the sleepless nights for a decade and a half. My optimism crashed and burned many times. But, thank God…my passion for this child to communicate never stopped… aching. Ache is good. Ache drives us. Ache creates a void that only something beautiful can TRULY fill. It moves us to keep trying to fix the longing. Sadly, our culture tries to medicate this ache often (I think I’m the ONLY parent of a kid on the spectrum NOT on Xanax…haha). But, ACHE is from God. It’s His whisper to stop whining and keep searching. It’s our burning bush. And, little by precious and agonzing little, He parts our seas to give us a clear path.
    THIS past year… he’ll be 19 in 9 days…Steven called me from his room during the night… “MAMA!!!!” and my heart, well, ACHED…because it just wasn’t big enough to hold the joy it felt to hear my baby call me when he needed me. So glad I felt it.

    • Amy,

      “But, ACHE is from God. It’s His whisper to stop whining and keep searching. It’s our burning bush. And, little by precious and agonzing little, He parts our seas to give us a clear path.”….Oh, WOW…tears now…

      I LOVE this post. Thank you for taking the challenge and for sharing this with us….

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