Thursday, February 20, 2014

Five Minute Friday - Small

Five Minute FridayOn Fridays a bunch of brave writers gather here to all spend 5 collective minutes writing on a single prompt. It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week. This blessed, beautiful place where we open our hearts and let words and tears and the inner workings of our lives bleed and flow and dance across the virtual pages. Yes, this community opens wide and invites you in to share. Come and visit and read. You will be blessed.

My online writing group has been touching on memoir this week. I loved it the first time, but was very hesitant. I liked the story I told, but made sure to stick with something relatively safe and benign. There’s so much darkness that I’ve come through – I didn’t want that piece to be about that. I had been reading Mary Demuth's piece over at (in)courage and was tying to take the risk that "scared is the new brave." So oddly, or not so oddly, dark is where this one went. But it doesn’t stay in the dark. Oh no. Because of Jesus, it does not stay in the dark.

This week: Small


I stood in the back of the room – heart in my throat as he walked to the front. He. My fear. My hate. My self-loathing. My desolation. Chair by chair, in the quiet, hushed light; he walked forward until he stood side by side with the one who led us all. The one who was called. The one we were supposed to trust. The trusted one laid hands on him; spoke words that I knew were not true; spoke words I knew were designed for one thing and one thing only: devastation.

A hard cold descended over me – icy tentacles twinning down the back of my neck to curl with mocking desperation over the edges of my cheeks and under the edge of my sweatshirt onto my collarbone. Twinges of doubt and disbelief.

They will never believe.

I could feel his eyes from the front of the room. Daring me to speak. Daring me to contradict him. Daring me to contradict the story they were weaving. Daring me to tell the truth.

They will never believe you.

In that moment, there was nothing else to do.
I ran.

Forgetting responsibility.
Forgetting the knobs and switches that were supposed to be under my knowing hand.
Forgetting the accountability I’d worked so hard to establish.

I fled into the night –
Not seeing.
Not knowing.
Just going.

The bright lights of the supermarket across the street shone fiercely against the blue-black sky. I burst into the doors and headed … where?
And then I was in between.
Aisles of tile and glass and cold.

Diminished, I sank to the floor and thought about breathing.
Just breathing.
I was vanishing. In a moment, there would be nothing left of me.
Just a passing smudge on against the frosted pane – evaporating into nothingness.

And then it came.
Like a small trickle at first,
Then tumbling like water in a tap newly opened.
My short lifetime of memorization.
From Sunday School to Awana to Small Group.
His Words.
Spilling over into the cold, diminished places and breathing for me.
Breathing into me.
Reminding me that my trust did not lie in men, but above.
That He who is in me is greater than he who is in the world.
That I should never lose heart because I would see His goodness now.
Now, in the land of the living.
That neither life nor death nor any thing
Would separate me from the God who loved me
And gave Himself for me.

Before long, the tile wasn’t cold anymore.
I was able to climb to my feet.
And walk out into the night.

Never forget that one of the greatest tools we have – one of the greatest gifts we have been given – is the Word of God. Sharper than any two-edged sword. It is given to teach, to empower, and to save. When we commit it to our hearts and our minds, it can never be taken from us. Ever.

Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee. Psalm 119:11 KJV


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  1. I love that. I think of the passages of scripture I've memorized and how they come up when I need them most. I need to do more of that. Not because I'm supposed to but because you're right, it is our greatest defense, our strongest ally, our closest friend. Knowing Him and His word.

  2. There is so much here but I think what catches me the most is the moment that your heart turned to the words, the only words that spoke truth. So blessed by your friend.

  3. Oh Rebekah, I am so grateful for His Word which is always alive & living, which never returns void, which can never be taken from us. And I am so grateful that His Word lifts us up from those cold tile floors. You shared beautifully & with such transparency. May God use each word for His glory. Blessings!

  4. Simply awesome! You just went into my bookmarks!

  5. Powerful! This is exactly the reason I take my little guy to AWANAs every week. I want him fully armored before he ever really steps into life. Thanks for the reminder.

  6. Girl... I love you so! This is powerful and amazing! (Missed you last night... how did it go?)

  7. Wow, Rebekah! I LOVE that you were able to cling to truth and to God's Word in a clearly devastating situation. God's Word Is so powerful! Thank you for sharing its power in your life.

  8. Rebekah, this is amazing. So grateful that you have hidden God's word in your heart so that you could use it against the enemy at just the right time. Thanks so much for sharing this with us!

  9. Love how you've shown the power of Scripture! I was just reading today how Bonhoeffer wrote that we should never grudge the time spent in and with Scripture. It is our lifeline, our source.


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