[I wrote this a week ago for Five Minute Friday, but didn’t post and link it. I’m not sure why. I guess because I knew I needed to act upon it rather than just say it. Well, okay, I did some acting on it, so now I’ll go ahead and post it late.]
Free writing on the word prompt “After”:
There ought to be an After, to follow and contrast the Before.
How different am I After?
Do I exude a new life, do living waters flow from my soul depths and water my heart and mind and others’ lives?
I don’t know, when a day grows dry and something nags, some sin thing I haven’t quite defined yet.
I feel I am the same old me… or, no, not that, I am not the woman I once was. Yet there’s not enough “after” to please me, or, I’m sure, to thrill with joy my resurrected and glorified Lord.
The resurrected glory life is an exchanged life. Methinks I have not exchanged enough old junk.
Exchange makes the Change of After.
Hanging on to worn-out oldies of the Before life makes piles of debris, hurdles and walls in the After path, bogs me down with useless extra weight, stumbles me up, makes me fall on my face, wordless, clueless.
I think I need to take a look around and discover what debris of the old “Before” I’ve not yet traded in for better beauties…
Good day for a declutter!