Five Minute Friday - REAL - THE GYPSY MAMA

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.
We write because we want to, not because we have to. We write for fun, for joy, for discovery.
We just write without worrying if it’s just write or not.
Won’t you join us?

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:
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REAL

 

Sometimes our REAL changes in an instant.  Our REAL sometimes sneaks up on us when we least expect it.  Sometimes in the middle of a nice leisurely stroll through life the REAL sends an unexpected hurricane to blow you around and to remind you that even through the darkest storms of life our God is there right beside you leading you on through. 

13 days ago my daughter was admitted into the hospital at 20 weeks pregnant when she started leaking a large amount of amniotic fluid.  I brought her 5 year old son home to stay with me and now all of our REALS have temporarily changed.  My daughters REAL will now consist of staying 24/7 in a hospital bed, with the joys of bedpans and hospital food, being away from her son yet spending her time focusing on taking care of herself and her new son on the way and praying and seeing first hand how a large group of praying Christians lifting her up to God can change even the most dire of situations and turn it into a miracle.  Her new REAL is that she may possibly spend the next 10 weeks or more in a small confining hospital room and bed away from her family most days.  They will be either transferring her to Houston or Dallas this coming Monday.  Where she goes will determine how often we can come visit because one is much closer than the other for us.   That is her new REAL.  This new REAL is causing her husband to see the power of our LORD firsthand, and that is a good thing. 

My new REAL is having my grandson back home with me full time.  Consoling him when he cries because he misses his mother so much.  My new REAL is sending up quick silent prayers every day for her and little Jake and falling into bed each night exhausted and smiling because I know my Christian friends are sending up prayers on her behalf when I am too tired to pray a lengthy prayer that I feel like is needed and am feeling like less of a mother.  My new REAL is not at all an unwelcome REAL it's just a realization of how, even though I never take the smoothe times for granted, it's a REAL to teach me how to understand others pain when they are traveling through an unexpected storm in life.   I tell my daughter all the time, there is a reason for this event.  It is showing someone Gods handiwork, teaching them how prayer does change situations, and it may bring someone to know God and to have faith in the unseen. 

I will admit, I miss the comfy coziness of the REAL I had a few weeks ago, but I am at peace that this new REAL is molding me and shaping me along with my family and friends, turning us into the creatures he desires us to be.