Hello friends! It's been awhile. God willing, I should be writing with you again on a more regular basis. I've missed you. <3 For those of you who are new to Lisa-Jo's writing phenomenom, we are given a word and five minutes to write on it. No editing, no second guessing- just writing. This week's word is "fight." And go.
I have things I want to say on fighting, and the people in my life who are desperately fighting for something I need them to fight for, but the words are flowing like honey in the snow and I can't seem to get them out. The thing is, I'm afraid. I'm afraid if I admit my fears and struggles on life and death and the people around me that it will make them real; that the words will be too much and they'll break the world we're clinging to. Sometimes I like to pretend that nothing has changed, that people haven't grown older and that I'm not getting older, either. But then I see and I hear and I know and I can't change the still turning world as hard as I try. I'd like to tether it to the moon or to some force in our vast universe to slow down time but everything moves, everything is moving and there is nothing I can do.
I guess that's the real problem. I am helpless but to watch and try to laugh still, knowing that it might be a last chance. I hate thinking that, I hate knowing that these bodies are finite. Sometimes when I'm in the shower I find myself wondering what life would be like if we were immortal. And it's then that I remember. It's then that I remember that we are, that while our bodies may fade our souls won't, that we'll be together again. In our frail, human years, it will seem a lifetime. It will be a lifetime. But then we'll have the rest of forever, then we'll have a whole eternity to laugh and love and be together in the fullness of God.
That's what we have to fight for.