Five Minute Friday: Bare
Today I took the Five Minute Friday challenge from Lisa-Jo Baker:
Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted.
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Go buck wild with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.
Won’t you give me your best five minutes for the prompt: Bare
Bare
'The king is in the altogether, the altogether, the altogether
He's altogether as naked as the day that he was born'
It's one of those songs I've always remembered.
It's from the film, 'The Emperor's new clothes' (Hans Christian Anderson)
The morals are clear:
Deception.
Thinking yourself better than you are.
Being so big for your boots that you can be made a fool of.
But that's naked.
Bare is something different.
Bare is about everything being stripped away.
Physically, emotionally, spiritually.
Being laid bare sounds cold, harsh, revealing.
I don't like being naked.
I'm overweight.
Mid forties.
Have more chins than I should have.
I know what to wear to make the best of what I have.
But naked is something else.
Bare though, I can deal with.
The multiple bereavements of the past 10 months have felt likeeverything was being stripped away.
My family.
My work.
My church.
My routine.
'When you come to the end of yourself, you can touch the beginning of God's love'
(Joy Webb)
I'm beginning to come to terms with being bare.
Being real.
WYSIWYG
But naked?
Never!
Come back when I've lost three stone!
Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted.
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Go buck wild with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.
Won’t you give me your best five minutes for the prompt: Bare
Bare
'The king is in the altogether, the altogether, the altogether
He's altogether as naked as the day that he was born'
It's one of those songs I've always remembered.
It's from the film, 'The Emperor's new clothes' (Hans Christian Anderson)
The morals are clear:
Deception.
Thinking yourself better than you are.
Being so big for your boots that you can be made a fool of.
But that's naked.
Bare is something different.
Bare is about everything being stripped away.
Physically, emotionally, spiritually.
Being laid bare sounds cold, harsh, revealing.
I don't like being naked.
I'm overweight.
Mid forties.
Have more chins than I should have.
I know what to wear to make the best of what I have.
But naked is something else.
Bare though, I can deal with.
The multiple bereavements of the past 10 months have felt likeeverything was being stripped away.
My family.
My work.
My church.
My routine.
'When you come to the end of yourself, you can touch the beginning of God's love'
(Joy Webb)
I'm beginning to come to terms with being bare.
Being real.
WYSIWYG
But naked?
Never!
Come back when I've lost three stone!
Comments
It sounds as though you have been through a whole lot of bare last year and into this new year. God Bless you and keep you close in is care. I know He will. And I know you already know He will and IS too.
Thank you for being real. Blessings ~Debra