(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: Fill
Full can feel so empty.
We can fill our shopping carts, our houses, our schedules, our stomachs, our bank accounts…and yet feel unfulfilled.
Often it’s in a quiet emptiness that my heart feels the fullest.
One of my favorite times of day is the pre-dawn darkness, before light fills the sky and my day fills with “busy.”
And then, there’s that moment on the other side of a full day, when I lay my head on the pillow and my mind begins to fill with thoughts of people I’ve promised to pray for.
My mind fills with images of their faces and their situations and then, gradually, my conscious-self empties…and I am asleep…allowing my resting mind to continue the prayers.
Fulfilling a promise.
Empty can feel so full.