The Gypsy Mama asks us to join her this Five Minute Friday, where we just write for 5 minutes, without regard to whether it’s just right. I do love a soul that embraces imperfection. Join us, would you?
Today’s prompt: Full.
My head is full. Full of information and schedules and things I’m supposed to remember but are stuck somewhere between synapses, trapped in the gridlock that is my brain. My heart is in similar condition – packed up with cares and causes, worries at the state of things, all my grand plans to save the world or at least one hurting person at a time. I am full of their worries and my worries and joys and memories and the words of people that hurt me long ago.
My home is full and mouth is full and memory and shopping cart and schedule and pantry and drawers and laundry baskets… all full. Overflowing, even.
And like an out-of-date computer, I sputter and try desperate to manage all of this, but numbers and signals get jammed up inside, bumper-to-bumper, and my eyes glaze over with a human error message: “Memory full. Data input overload.”
God has been dealing with me, lately, in my fullness, showing me that it’s all the wrong kind of data taking up the limited space within. I am so full of data that I am crowding out the fullness of love and peace and the Holy Spirit.
Haven’t I any room for the fullness of grace?
It is time to purge.
Purge from my body and mind, my spirit and home, my mouth and closet and calendar. Get empty, to get full.
Turn left to go right.
Get empty, to get full.