Five Minute Friday #12

Linking up with The Gypsy Mama:

“On Fridays over here a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Your words. This shared feast.”

Today’s topic: SEE


I walked into prayer group with a baseball hat on and the brim lowered. I kept my head down and avoided eye contact with anyone. I wanted to be there…yet I was ashamed and didn’t feel like I had a right to be there. I felt dirty. Unworthy.

We sat in silence and began praying individually. Some quietly read scripture. Some journaled. Jill with the long brown hair kept looking at me. Then she began writing and passed me a note. It simply said,


why are you hiding?

– God”

I cried.

I was trying to hide from God, hoping if I didn’t see Him then He wouldn’t see me. See me in my pit, my sin and my guilt and shame. I danced around the outskirts of His presence, because allowing myself to bask gloriously would mean admitting I had failed Him.

But God, in His infinite love, reached out and wrapped a cloak around my shoulders and put a ring on my finger. He brought out the fatted calf for a feast, and never once ridiculed or admonished or questioned.

He saw me. And He loved me anyway.