It’s Friday and that means it’s time to participate in another Five Minute Friday! In case you don’t know, Five Minute Friday is a movement started by Lisa Jo Baker, the Gypsy Mama, as she’s known, where bloggers sit down for five minutes and write what’s in their heart from a one word prompt.
Now Gypsy Mama probably knows what the correct punctuation should be in in the above sentence because clearly that’s what we call a run on. That just goes to show that that really I have no business hanging out with this #FMF crew. They’re all like ‘love, peace, dreams’ and I’m all like ‘Hey! Did I ever tell you about the time I went out with Tim McGraw?’ That’s okay, though! It’s a fun experiment!
Tonight’s prompt for Five Minute Friday is Song.
A few weeks ago we went to a simulcast of David Platt’s Secret Church. Six hours of intense Biblical teaching. The subject was on Heaven, Hell and the End of the World. Crazy, huh.
He spoke a lot about heaven and what the Bible has to say about it. He spoke about whether we will know people in heaven or not. And y’all…I started to get uncomfortable. Weepy. Sad. Blubbery. I’m not a cryer. HATE TO CRY.
But instead of just squashing my emotions down like I’m super good at it I kind of just let it take me. And I started to hear something and see something. I started to hear a song.
See, when he talked about knowing people in heaven all I could think about were two little people who are waiting for me. Two little people I’ve never held but have thought about a whole lot. My two sweet miscarriages both lost at 10 weeks.
I saw myself getting to heaven and flinging open the gates of Heaven’s nursery and rushing to my babies sides and snatching them out of their bassinets. I was like Aragon flinging those doors open. It was this amazingly triumphant vision. I was practically blinded by it.
My sense of injustice for their loss was so great and yet this song I was hearing was washing away the miscarriage of injustice that had been done to me.
And miscarriage is tough because it does happen to a lot of women and there are so many stories that are so much more infinitely sadder than mine but still….
When he said that…about knowing people in heaven…that song…it was a triumphant chorus. A joyful shouting.
And it’s probably cruddy theology and I’m certainly not saying it was a vision from God but still…it was a song.
