Friday, August 10, 2012

The Fish Bowl


It’s Five Minute Friday, so I’m joining in again with Lisa Jo Baker over at her place……


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..

OK, are you ready? Please give me your best five minutes on:::

Connect..............
I remember taking them to the zoo when they were little. They would see the massive tanks, teeming with fish and swirling with color. Sophie would walk up with her then chubby little legs, and reach out her hand touching the outside of the tank. She moved her hand around the tank, looking for some kind of opening, expecting that she could touch the fish, trying to feel. Frustration soon takes over and she is banging her hand on the thick glass, hot tears pouring out of her sea blue eyes. So, so close to those fish but she can’t connect.

We have days like that too, don’t we? This whole weird Twitter-verse out there puts us so close to each other. We meet people that live worlds away, by geography or by way of life. We listen to their thoughts throughout the day, all 140 character bits at a time as we share ours. And we start to get to know them. We read their blogs, the words that they have carved out of their soul, and we do the hard work too, sharing our heart with the world. But sometimes, our words remain unread, unheard.  That connection that we hope for just doesn’t happen.

Sometimes discouragement takes over. I look around at this crazy fish bowl, and feel decidedly outside of it, when everyone else is inside, swimming around together. All I can think is, please, please just take the time to see and hear what’s in my heart….I know we’d connect. I know we could encourage each other. But that doesn’t happen.  I bang my hands on the thick glass too.

So every morning, I’ll sneak over to the computer, before the girls are running around, asking me to play dolls and make eggs and sit on laps. And I’ll share a bit of my heart and try to let you into my world and my life. Sometimes I’ll hit publish, sometimes I’ll tuck it away. I'll let the art out, but then I need to walk away. Because as much as I crave some connection out there, there are three little girls who are watching Super Why, waiting for their‘s.

10 comments:

  1. What a great post. Writing is hard - because we wonder who is at the other end. But instead of thinking that I have changed to writing only for God.
    I know that may sound funny - but if I think I am writing only for Him I don't have to check stats (even though I do - I am human) but it only matters that I have written from my heart.
    Keep writing. I have connected.
    Blessings,
    Jan

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    1. You're right...and that's a good reminder. I think I'm caught somewhere in the tension of that reality, but also being a person who really craves connection and relationships, all the while thinking that if God put this desire to write and connect within me, then I want to make sure someone's reading it. Know what I mean?

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  2. Brenna,

    Thanks for sharing these excellent words. It is so good to hear that you understand the importance of those 3 connections looking to you each day. Years from now, your blessings will overflow - I'm sure they already do!!

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    1. Thank you, Denise! Glad you took the time to read!

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  4. Oh, Brenna! Thank you so much for this. SO TRUE.

    I've been really craving these connections here, but I do not want to forsake the ones I have right before me to make connections with each day.

    Blessings, sister!

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    1. It's a hard balance, isn't it? Hopefully I get a little bit better at it each passing day.

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  5. I live in that tension as well, being present to those around me, but craving connection too. I hear you, I know you're there, and I'm not far away. Let's meet up.

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    1. YES! I'm looking forward to writing more about it....it's such a strange thing to feel, isn't it?!

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