I don’t know what to say.
This happens to me sometimes.
And I wish my ideas of things to say would flow from my mouth like my fingers on a keyboard.
And that my conversation would be as interesting to you as it is to me when I’m writing–
But I’m stuck.
It’s the opposite of writer’s block.
So many thoughts spinning around.
I’m deep in thought.
And it’s strange to even me that I can’t think of a thing to say out loud–
That would be of interest to you.
It all seems so socially unacceptable
And I’m not in the mood to meet your expectations while
Like each individual droplet of water in a waterfall
They gracefully free fall over the edge
Creating something beautiful
With courage from within
With fear and trust at the center
Into something bigger than themselves.
Taking the ultimate plunge
Risking it all for the good
Melding together yet uniquely separate
In tandem with his radiant glory.
New life starts here at the end of yourself–
Standing at the brink of old life and new.
It takes certain strength to let go and fall into it.
Falling into his plan and stepping out of your own
Steals your breath.
Adventure seekers take note–
Don’t miss this
The everlasting waterfall
Than you can fathom.
via Daily Prompt: Wonder
This little girl of mine fills me with so much adoration and wonder. As I watch her off and on throughout the day, I’m in awe of who she has become. I think back to her quirky days as a toddler and the funny things she used to say as she was first developing language.
“Mama, I can feel my heart beeping!!”
Or how she would recognize the appropriate time to show appreciation and joyfully exclaim, “Thankum!” (Which meant “Thank you!”)
And I remember her at around 2 years old when she would speak so quickly I’d have to interpret for my friends because they had no idea what she just said.
One afternoon in the spring there was a little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years older than my daughter, who started playing with Makayla in our yard. They tried to strike up a conversation and after a few minutes the little girl looked at me strangely and asked, “Is she speaking Chinese??” It was funny because Makayla wasn’t quite 2 at that time and whatever she said to the neighbor girl really did sound like Chinese to me, too.
Now, she’s going to be 11 in less than a month and she’s so articulate. Since she was 4, people have noticed what a great memory she has for things and a vocabulary that you wouldn’t expect from someone so small. At almost 11, people don’t notice these things as much because she’s older now and it sort of goes along with her age.
She’s more independent than ever and knows exactly who she is. There is no shy bone in her body. She can definitely hold her own. And she is a bright, radiant light. I look at her full of love and wonder. It’s still hard to believe she’s mine.