Five-Minute Friday: Here. A single word prompt. Write without overthinking or editing. And go:
It’s the middle of a heat wave and the central air system in our rental house has been down for two days and tonight, there seems no relief from the stifling stuffiness despite opening the windows and running the three fans we have. They are hoping to replace the system, but for tonight, this is where we are.
I have changed up our routines: dinners are easy-to-make foods that require little cooking and bedtime for our two girls has been pushed back in hopes that their room will seem less overwhelming.
It takes them a little longer than normal, but still they are able to fall asleep.
Even so, tonight, they are both awake long past bedtime and well after they fell asleep the first time.
My five year old was whimpering and restless and tearful and so I sit in the darkness and in the oppressive heat. “It’s okay,” I tell her, “Mama’s here. I’m right here.”
She sighs, not completely awake, but aware enough of my presence, that I am near. She knows that I am here and it is enough for her to find comfort and fall back to sleep.
Soon, both girls are sleeping again and I sit watching them, fighting back my own tears.Here, in this darkness and this discomfort and sweaty hairline, I see a beautiful glimpse of God; it is a gift and I cherish it.
Here, in this darkness, I sense in my spirit just how God looks at me in my weak and teary moments. I know that His truth is real and that He is faithful, because I know that He is here.
Here in the stillness of this room and in my heart I hear His voice. “It’s okay,” He tells me, “Papa’s here. I’m right here and I’ve got you.”
(This post is part of Kate Motaung’s Five-minute Friday at Heading Home. She gives us a word and we write for five minutes. This week’s word: Here)