**Five Minute Friday is an initiative set up by Lisa-Jo Baker over at Surprised by Motherhood. It has now been taken over by Kate over at Heading Home. The basic premise is to take the word Kate gives and write, non-stop for 5 minutes. Then you stop and post. Read more about it here.
The night falls, and the baby cries every hour the whole night through, sneezing out the cold she’s caught.
Fireworks still shout a shower of sparks from the homes of those who forgot that Bonfire Night was over a week ago.
The cat whinges by her empty food bowl, hoping we might cave this time.
I toss and turn, sleeping half an hour here, forty-five minutes there, praying it will be enough to get through the next day.
My phone buzzes loudly, shouting a reminder of our baby’s vaccinations, almost forgotten.
The cars purr loudly as they pass us by, the nurses call out our daughter’s name, she screams as the needles sting her.
The shops are busy, and I navigate my way through crowds of eager schoolchildren chatting loudly with the pram before me, desperate for her to nap.
It surrounds me, clamouring for my attention, constantly pulling at my skirt and whining: “Please”.
I try to tune it out, but it overwhelms me, filling my mind and burdening my tired soul.
And then, just as I feel myself crumble, there it is.
The still, small voice.
The cat is fed, and sleeps quietly in a corner.
The doors are shut, the curtains drawn.
The noise is gone.
And He whispers.
Soft, comforting words. Caresses as sweet as candy.
He holds me in His infinite arms, arms that formed the world and hung stars on the walls of space.
And I am still. I am silent. I am safe.