Daily writing prompt
What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done when no one was watching?
Walked in the door.
Began a new day.
Began a new day.
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Home.
Daily writing prompt
What’s something you do completely differently from how you were raised?
When I was growing up, we used to go to the United Methodist Church in town. I recall being frustrated about “Sunday School”. I preferred being at the service with my parents for some reason. To this day. Something about it just felt right.
Decades later, sitting in Sundy mass with my kids, I felt this tug. It felt like the service was shrinking in around me. Like I was the only one there and the priest was speaking directly to me.
With His voice.
Not just one Sunday. But every single one.
Maybe that was the sensation I felt when I was a kid, sitting there with mom and dad.
That tug.
Being called.
So I followed.
And was baptized a second time and confirmed.
I lost my way a few years back.
Headed towards a lonely, desolate, painful place of isolation and regret.
But He remained patient.
Left the light on.
Tugged.
And hugged me upon my return.
Thank you God.
I finally found where I needed to be all this time.
That inkling I had as a child remained all my days, leading me to the one place I had always craved.
Home.
Randomness brings with it happiness.
Daily writing prompt
What’s the best thing you’ve ever found randomly on the street?
Bob and Sigrid.
Ryan, before he got into acting.
Uncle Sam.
Randomness brings with it happiness.
Serenity.
I might need to circle back on this one.
I am not sure that I can do this justice in one sitting.
In all reality, two came together, as one, to gift me the kindest thing I have ever experienced.
A sense of genuine, lasting and loving fellowship, without question, restriction ot limitation. Simply offered by they and He. In and through one another. As one.
A simple, yet arduous decision of me was the sole stipulation. And once made, they took me in and showed me a better way to live. To be. And what I could truly become.
My heart still swells when I look back at that moment. Expands ever more when I am with them, whether in person or in spirit.
Truly the kindest ever.
One of a kind.
Serenity.
At last.
The pail was first symbolic of nurturing abundant growth in young student-athletes.
As time passed, that trusty vessel came to embody the cultivation of a truly lasting kinship between two gardeners, one that took root and bloomed over the course of many seasons.
They had come to realize that they were like one another. That they shared purpose. Vocation. Love for life. And a desire to just be.
No longer would they be alone in pursuing their core passions. And they now knew within their souls that same “something” they first sensed within each other. Beyond what is merely woven into words. But present in the very fabric of their being.
That she is within him.
And he, in her.
A seed sown long ago. What has now grown into a life-long bond.
Two fully intent on producing healthy, lasting, and abundant growth within one another. Within everyone they encounter. And everywhere they go.
Two that were always intended to carry that pail of dirt.
As gardeners.
Together.
At last.
