Every Friday hundreds of writers join in this five minute writing exercise at Lisa-Jo Baker's blog, Tales from a Gypsy Mama.
We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that Lisa-Jo posts on her blog at 1 minute past midnight EST every Friday. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
So here's my attempt at this week's Five Minute Friday. This week's word is...
I was working late in the newsroom when the real news came. Staring at the words on the screen, trying to make sense of the words blistering my heart on the other end of the line.
My husband’s voice sounded strangely quiet, “It’s Erin… she was in a car accident… she’s…”
His voice trailed off, but I already knew the last word that hung ugly and unsaid.
So hard to imagine how your whole world can change forever in just one millisecond of a moment.
Several states away and a few days later at the funeral home, I looked into the face of my best friend.
Please don’t leave. Twenty-four years isn’t enough time. You need to stay; your life is just beginning. A few days ago you celebrated your one-year wedding anniversary; your high school students adore you as a teacher. If anyone needs to stay—deserves to stay—it’s you.
But staying wasn’t an option.
The reality was impossible to understand… all these years later, it still is.
The scripture inscribed later on her tombstone expressed what we all wanted so desperately to comprehend: “As for God, His way is perfect.” (Psalm 18:30)
Some people aren’t made to stay. God has His reasons. Our job is not to understand but simply to trust.
His plan is good.
His way is perfect.
Even when staying isn’t an option.