disclaimer

Perhaps I should have put a disclaimer on my last post. Here goes.


Disclaimer: The following post is not about me per se. Perhaps it is partially about me. Perhaps it is partially about all women.

I get these glimpses. It's rather odd. It is a pop of words, a glimpse of a story. It takes over my brain for a mere instant or two and I feel compelled to write it down but there is never any follow-up. The blip comes, calls to be perfected and leaves just as fast. It is never a full story, nor does it cry to be. It is just a glimpse of a story hidden somewhere, wanting to be seen yet to remain safely tucked away.

Yesterday as I was waiting in the van to pick up my daughter, one of these glimpses struck me. I wrote it down. This morning I nurtured it into being as full a glimpse as it wishes to be.

Does anyone understand this? Does this happen to anyone else?

Here is the glimpse...

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p.s. the picture I played with was from a family walk this past December.

Glimpse

She lost her voice to the wind so long ago, she could no longer recall how it felt to speak. Her fears, her pain, even the occasional moment of happiness remained trapped behind the cork of suppression. 


"Children should be seen, not heard." hollered the old wind of childhood.
"I instruct, you obey. It is the only way." demanded the rigorous winds of learning.
"Conform and worship for now you are mine." whooshed the wind of marital expectation.
"Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection." (I Timothy 2:11) blew the wind of religion.


The wind is a powerful force. If subjected to harsh winds for long enough, erosion takes place and eventually total destruction. A voice, she learned, can only take so much wind force before it is silenced for good.