Friday, November 1, 2013

Shame and Grace in the arena

Today I'm joining up with lots of encouraging writers at Lisa Jo Baker's blog for Five Minute Friday. Five minutes of unedited writing just for the sheer fun of it. The prompt today is grace




Shame and Grace enter the arena together.

The stands are sparse, but the people who are there are Comparison and Not Good Enough affiliated.

Shame is huge. 

Daunting. 

Large and bulbous as a sumo wrestler. He looks like he’s in one of those fat suits, but its real. 

Skinny loin cloth is all he wears except for his grimacing face.



Grace enters as well. 

She’s got her armor. 

She’s got her shield. 



It’s not the shield that she’s got to hide behind. 
Her shield is the Truth.




She’s terrified of entering the arena, but she enters nonetheless.

She faces this giant of shame and ugliness and hugeness.

She walks slowly toward her opponent.

The key here, is that she is advancing, not retreating.

She’s ready.
She’s willing.

She’s right there, ready to put out her sword and fight the good fight.


She glances behind her and sure enough, her Prince is in the box seat right behind her cheering her on. 

He’s there alright, because He said he would be, and He's
 good for His word.


As she draws her sword and holds her shield, the sumo wrestler of intimidation and shame staggers. 

He totters.

Before her eyes he slithers. 

He shrinks. 

He’s now down to nothingness. 

Scrawny, skinny, weak.


Grace has won.

2 comments:

  1. What a lovely, poetic, inspiring post, Anne! Thank you for this. Coming over late from FMF.

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  2. Thank you, Julie! Blessings!

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