TGIF! Today I join The Gypsy Mama again to write for five minutes on her weekly prompt. No editing or rewriting allowed. Click on the link to her site if you want to try it, too. The prompt this week is "Vivid".
This morning as I looked at the word "vivid" I drew a blank. I know what it means, of course, but it sparked nothing in my creative mind. So I went about the day. And life seemed more vivid somehow. Fear can do that to a person. Today has been different than yesterday. My best friend, my kindred spirit, my "Diana" is in grave danger and this morning I knew about it. Yesterday morning, I didn't. Perhaps I'm being melodramatic. Perhaps not. A dangerous pregnancy . . . well, it's all rather overwhelming. So that's why I called on my sisters to pray with me this morning. And as we sat in a sacred circle, we met with God. We beseeched Him on behalf of this mother and child--someone they've never even met. And as I prayed, I remembered the vivid dream He'd given me when my firstborn was growing in my womb. I used that word. Vivid. It was vivid and I knew my baby would be all right. So I pray the same for my friend--something tangible to hold onto. Something vivid to see her through.
You can all see what's on my mind today. Pray for this mama and baby, folks. Three C-sections don't make for an easy fourth pregnancy. She's been a faithful friend for almost 34 years now and I'm planning to have her in my life for the next 50 or 60. I'd appreciate your prayers for her, too. And a huge shout out to Tammy and Susan for lifting her up with me this morning. The family of God is awesome.