Chris Carter is a SAHM of two pretty amazing grade school kids. She has been writing at TheMomCafe.com for almost three years, where she hopes to encourage mothers everywhere through her humor, inspiration and faith.
Something happens. There’s magic in that moment. It hits. Awakens a part of you that goes beyond your moving, doing, and living and scuffling around in this world. You recognize it well. It’s magnitude takes over. It awakens a distinguishable gasp of breath that you wrestle to hold in… until you are able to let it out. You wait impatiently, as you finish this and that and take care of what is in front of you that calls for you to be removed from those depths that only you can dwell. You quiver and squirm with discomfort while holding it in, pushing it down, keeping it captive until it can be freed.
It whispers, seeps a quiet desperation, begging to come out. At times, it screams “NOW!” and yet, the moment has yet to come, where you can find room to release and redeem the suffocating air building pressure and pain if not liberated in time.
It swirls in twisted turmoil, pressing the urgency while it waits its turn.
You can taste its goodness, as its sweet vapors permeate a mist that lingers into your moving, doing, and living.
Time rolls on, ragged and worn from the fight- you are ready to surrender, to submit to its power.
You sit at the keyboard, shaking, panting gasping for the breath.
And you exhale.
The breath bursts forth with a frantic furry, pouring out words, placing each one in sequence and rhythm, painting a picture of within. You beckon the gasping air to slow to a steady pace, not hurried with haste… or it will lead to impulsive virtue. You wind through phrases and pieces of fragments that string together to create a tone, a voice, a message. One deliberate detail has the ability to change the purpose of your meaning. One fine line, one distinct turn, forms your language… revealing its profound power. Your creation is unfolding from the depths of who you are. The crevices crack open, and you carefully choose to smooth them over, or bare their vulnerability with risk.
Your intensity lessons, as your spirit lightens and loosens its grip on the joy that rises from the bounds and barriers that are now broken. You marvel at your work, with deep criticism and delicate delight. You tweak and twist to form layers of color, clarity and above all consciousness. You allow the breath to dissipate as you inhale new air. The thunder has grown distant, but the lightening still prevails with spears of excitement and wonder of the gift you have delivered.
Who will receive it?