It’s time for Five Minute Friday, where hundreds of bloggers gather together to write on a common prompt for five minutes only, without planning or editing. Check out Lisa-Jo Baker’s blog for the party!
Today’s word is:
My mind came up blank with this prompt, and for several minutes I sat with absolutely nothing.
I’m not a painter. I can paint a wall, but don’t be surprised if it looks like more of the paint lands on me than the wall. The last time I painted, I help a fellow volunteer paint a border around the world map they had already finished painting. I would up with oil based paint all over my hands, in a rural African village without much to help get it off.
I’m not a painter. My hand’s aren’t steady enough for that sort of artwork.
But I can paint a picture with my words. I can describe the majesty of a desert sunset or the tranquility of an evening spent beneath the stars, the cool night wind dancing around me. I can share what it feels like to be overpowered by the sound of a thousand frogs waking up from after the first spring rain, filling the air with the sound of a million croaks. And I can tell you about an eerie walk through the dew-kissed bushveld, surrounded by fog as the sun graces the horizon.
Painter I’m not, but painter of words I am. <–Click to Tweet!
We all have our ways of creating, whether it’s brush strokes on a canvas or the gentle patter of a computer keyboard. God has graced us with different ways of viewing our world and sharing it with others. Some sculpt, some strum a guitar, some paint, and some of us write.