This is my ‘Five minute Friday’, inspired by Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama. The idea is that you write for five minutes flat on a topic, without worrying about whether it’s right or not. Check out others’ interesting 5-minute posts on the topic here.
This is my best five minutes on: Gift
I am outside in the garden, enjoying the rare sunshine, watching my little boy toddling around. He picks up a stone, puts it in his mouth – he’s testing me.
“Please stop doing that.” I look around the garden for a suitable distraction.
“Why don’t you pick Mummy some flowers? Can you find some daisies?”
He changes direction, puffs out his cheeks, exhaling with the importance of the task. He runs, still slightly on tiptoes, looking more like a hopping on alternate feet. He bends down, inspects. He grabs with his whole fist, bringing daisy, grass, straw, then flicks it off so there is just the daisy head remaining. He grabs another, and then runs with both hands clutching.
He hands them to me and I am full of love for him. It is strange; I don’t need him to give me flowers, I could pick them myself. And I don’t need them in my hand, I could just as easily look at them on the lawn. But – oh – the joy of having them brought to me by my boy!
Is it like that with God – the things we bring him?
I look at the daisies gathered on the rug – they look like they are in the shape of a heart.