To my precious readers… Today,  I linked with others at The Gypsy Mama , who prompts writers with a word. Today it is GIFT. Then we have just 5 minutes to let the words flow from our hearts, unedited and unhindered. So here is my 5 minutes worth…

For more years that I care to admit, I left the talents buried. The talents that were given as a gift from my Lord, that I feared more than embraced. And in pained struggle, the gift that had laid dark and dormant, pressed through the soil of my soil, and almost instantaneously it started a flow.

And now I write.

I write while kneeling.

I write when all is asleep.

I write while the water runs.

I cannot start the flow, but I can stop it. I can ignore it. I had to learn, when the words are spilling over into my moments and my heart floods with them, then pen to paper, pencil to pamphlet, fingers to notes on phone, thoughts backlit staring back at me — they must find their place.

I do not always know where the river may lead. I do not always know what He is trying to have me open my eyes to see.

Sometimes they come line-by-line and sometimes they come in scores. Sometimes I close my natural eyes to open my spiritual eyes wide, even while I type.

If writing is a gift FROM Him, then I offer it back as a gift FOR Him.