Day 18.

Today’s word Prompt. Reach.

Hmmm. Reach – to stretch out an arm in a specified direction in order to touch or grasp something. I ponder which direction to take this, should I offer a rendition of  ‘Reach for Stars’ by S Club or let’s go 60’s and sing the Four Tops classic ‘Reach Out – I’ll be there’ … obviously waaay before my time, but my Auntie Steph played it a lot.

Or we could look at Jesus inviting Thomas to reach out…

The disciples have seen Jesus, he is risen. Thomas has yet to see him and makes it clear that unless he sees the nail marks and puts his finger in his side, he won’t believe. Then there’s the moment when Thomas is face to face with Jesus. Imagine being there, in that room. The doors are locked. The disciples are gathered and Jesus enters. Jesus turns to Thomas and invites him to reach out his hand to his side. To stop doubting and believe. The tension. Will he? Does he? The story goes on to say that Thomas sees, believes and cries out ‘My Lord and My God!’ to which Jesus replies, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

Love this, especially as this verse lands on us, the ones who have believed without seeing. Blessed.

So as I reflect on that thought I am led to write to thank the One who reached out to me.

Reach – Inspired by Psalm 40.

I’m breathing.

Darkness swallows whole, echoes down here.

Slime. Stuck.

Wait.

I’m silent.

Surrounded by the mess of me.

I abandon.

Quiet.

I’m inhaling. 

New fragrance meandering through putrid alleys.

Breathe.

I’m hearing.

Faint somethings of an unfamiliar sound.

Listen.

I’m feeling. 

A dancing breeze, blowing in a new choreography.

Move.

I’m touching.

Ropes. Climb. Wings spread.

Heights.

I’m calling.

You hear. You hear.

You rescue. You’re here.

I’m listening. 

Thunder, wild, declaring.

Ending.

I’m tasting.

We sit. We feast.

Purity.

I’m singing. A new song.

I’m seeing. You. In me.

 

See you tomorrow!

Love, Michelle xoxo