Bursting through the ice of this unrelenting, bitter-cold, ice-encased winter, I publish a blog post!
Tah-dah! I didn’t know if I’d ever resurface, but here I am, thanks to a Five Minute Friday prompt I decided to go searching for on a whim—which I found here:
I offer few words, as usual with five-minute free-writes (because I’m a lousy typist and poke out letters too snailly), but this tidbit may get your thinker opened up for business anyway, just like the prompt word did mine…
“Open.” It was the second word he learned to read. He was two years old.
He was very visual, but that wasn’t the only reason he learned to read that word so young. It was because we were so constantly on the lookout for it whenever on the road.
It was the time of the “gas crisis,” when you didn’t know if you’d have enough gas in your tank to get to work or the grocery store or the doctor… And so when we got in the car and the tank was running low and we’d not found gas for sale, we got searching desperately for the big sign that stations would put out on display when they had fuel: “Open.”
Desperation made for adult motivation that engendered child enthusiasm to join in. How often the little guy in the car seat was the first to spot the announcement and shout it out: “Open!”
I’m thinking about how this dynamic translates to spiritual influence.
But I don’t have any more time to write about it…
just think about it. Keep your mind open to it through today, tonight, life…
Only don’t. Stop thinking about it…