I’m linking up with others over at Lisa Jo’s place for another Five Minute Friday.

Here are the rules:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.

This week’s word is…

Here

I look at you across the crowded table, the one with spilled milk and chattering children, and I wonder why you are still here.  You didn’t sign up for this and you certainly didn’t plan it out this way.

You know what I’m talking about.

The struggling years, the ones when we weren’t sure if we were going to make it.

Or the “now” that we’re in with hurting children and the enemy trying to tear our family apart. 

I’m battle weary, but that’s where you come rushing in with your knight in shining armor attitude and you are here. 

For me.

Again.

You slay the dragons of little boys who disrespect.  You pick me up when I’m crying in the hallway at church because it’s just all too much and everyone is looking.

But you are looking at me.

Only me.  It’s always been just me and I lose myself in your deep ocean-blue eyes, the ones that see me across the noisy dinner table becoming God’s woman.

Your woman.

And we are truly one like we’ve never been before. 

Here.   Now.