It’s Friday. That means time for Five Minute Friday where I write for five minutes, unedited (oh scary) and link up with The Gypsy Mama.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
It sits empty, a testament to another time. Falling down and in, this house that lives down the road from me. Outside, the roof is caving, the walls are leaning, inside, the ceiling is drooping, and the floors are more holes than boards. It looks empty, no life left.
Looks can be deceiving though. On the door jam is still the faint line marks where someone measured a child’s growth. Palling from the walls, but still hanging on, is wallpaper, carefully selected to add joy and beauty to the home.
The furniture is gone, the people have left, all that remains is the skeleton, the shell of what once was.
Some days I feel like that house. Empty and depleted, noting left. But then the sun comes up, a note comes in the mail from a friend, or a child calls and instantly I’m filled again. I am reminded, I’m never alone, never completely empty. God sees to that.
End. 9:44 Whoo-hoo, I did it. You can read others take on the word EMPTY at The Gypsy Mama, come and join us, or just offer your support by reading (and commenting on) some of our ideas