via Daily Prompt: Tardy
When my daughter and I walked through the doors of the gymnasium, the kids were warming up, practicing their serves and laughing. We were ten minutes early for volleyball clinic. Parents and their children kept trickling in after the designated start time of 6pm. I was happy to be early. There were plenty of seats to choose from which was much better than arriving even ten minutes late and having to sit on the hard floor. I don’t have much of a butt anymore with my diet change and training for a half marathon. It’s kind of strange for someone who’s never been lacking in that department.
As I was watching the girls do sprints and run around the gym, my eyes scanned the room. Where was my neighbor friend Gina? She bailed on me. When she shows up tardy for volleyball practice, I’ll have to ask her if she got caught up talking to The Pickle Guy at the grocery store. That guy was unusually passionate about selling pickles. Don’t get me wrong… We enjoy pickles with our chips and sandwiches but he liked them so much he talked abt them everyday, all day for a living. It kind of makes me wonder if he secretly despises them at this point. Or if he’s sick of being referred to as “The Pickle Guy” like I am when people call me “The Signing Lady”.
via Daily Prompt: Carve
The teacher asked, “Where are your hearing aids? Did you bring them today?”
The elementary school student hopped up pretending she forgot them, “Oh! Just a minute!” She skipped to the closet to check her lime green backpack with her hand over her mouth, muffling a giggle.
Returning to her seat with her turquoise hearing aids with tye-dyed ear molds in her little hand, she signed, “They’re broken. The latch for the battery won’t close.” The student pretended to be disappointed, but the adults in the room weren’t buyin’ it.
As her Sign Language Interpreter watched the conversation, she thought to herself, “I bet she’d like to carve out a hole in the wall and drop them in. She really dislikes those things.”
It was brilliant the way God would speak to her when she would write. In her thought life, her thoughts could be moving in so many different directions, starting and stopping before coming to a conclusion. When she sat down to write, her thoughts were fluid and purposeful, on point and peaceful. She felt God heal her through the process of writing. Sometimes she encountered His presence. Other times she would complete a piece and wonder where the ideas had manifested from. There was no other way she could have uncovered the things she spoke of in her writing if she was just having a conversation with another person. And writing about her experiences somehow made her life seem so much more interesting. The more she wrote, the more she started to actually see herself and her life through the lens of a book. One where she really liked the main character, could really identify with her, wanted to be her closest friend and glean some wisdom from her. There was no rivalry, tension or misunderstanding. Just love and acceptance. It was as if writing had a way of helping her to see herself more clearly while also understanding God more clearly. Books have that unexplained power to transform the mundane things into something so much more interesting.
Tapping into God’s presence as she wrote was really the most brilliant thing of all. Like a gushing of light bursting through her lungs and heart, shining and vibrating in a way that also made her stop and feel how close He was. It was food for her soul.
So, I read that the word “funnel” is my daily prompt for today. I am not feeling an ounce of inspiration from this particular word. What should I do?
I think, I’ll refer to the online dictionary and thesaurus. Hmmm…funnel is a verb that means direct down a path. Other words for funnel are channel, filter, pour, siphon. Waiting for the ideas to funnel in. So, could I say, can someone funnel some entertainment over to my 2 bedroom apartment? Maybe knock on my door dressed up in shockingly silly costumes bringing dessert I can eat, telling me hilarious stories or fun adventures you’ve had. Or maybe funnel me to a glorious vacation spot where I can go parasailing or ziplining or just go somewhere sunny. Somewhere other than my living room or kitchen where I do the same kinds of things over and over again.
Funnel. Does anyone feel like eating a funnel cake now? Yum.
Thank you, Daily Post. 😉
via Daily Prompt: Winsome
A winsome smile
A joyful stride
Character and integrity that truly shines
A soulful spirit with one opaque eye
Living a life courageously in between the lines.