It’s ‘Five minute Friday’ time, joining with Lisa-Jo Baker.
She gives us 1 word,
we write for 5 minutes flat – no backtracking or editing, throwing caution to the wind.
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I lie on the sofa, reading through someone’s blog post.
I am reading about a family in hospital. Their baby isn’t growing, despite being fed, and they don’t know why. Their other kids are being looked after while they’re at the hospital, and all the while the doctors are saying that they don’t know what’s wrong. It looks like they might have to try-
“Are you ready for dinner?”
– a feeding tube that goes straight into his intestine, because his stomach can’t absorb any more than that. The parents are tired, but they’re trusting in God. I’m aching for them, and I want to say something profound. There’s another thought that is at the back of my mind, but I can’t quite place what that is. I start to write. “I’m so sorry to hear-”
“Seriously – dinner’s ready. Are you coming?”
Now I am torn – half in a world of hospitals and People Who Need My Support and Prayers. I am busy and important, and just in the middle of something. And there’s something else calling and I know that I need to conjure a word from somewhere as a delaying tactic. I just can’t quite get the concentration together to work out what that word should be. Like someone half-asleep who’s trying to reach for the snooze button on the alarm clock, my mind grasps for the right word that will work, whilst trying to type in “of the awful situation with your baby-”
Too late. Jon is at the door, and his face wears the expression of disappointment and non-surprise. I look up from my iPad guiltily.
“Do I have your full attention? Dinner’s ready.”
“Yes, I’m coming. I’m here.”
I am so often halfway here and halfway across the world in other people’s stories. I don’t even realise it. (I make a mental note to be more tolerant when my toddler doesn’t come straightaway when I call. Perhaps he’s busy and important too).
I put my half-written comment down. I am here, here in my house, here and present with my husband and my boy, no longer halfway but wholly.
Over to you:
- Is this a scenario that is familiar in your family? Who’s the offending party?
- How easy do you find it to be fully present with others in this digital age?
And when there is a good moment, please pray for this family.