The Gift of ‘Present’

Well, it’s Tuesday already, but this post is part of the Five Minute Friday blog link-up ( check it out here) where I’m joining up with a community of writers and bloggers of all ages and stages who gather around a single word prompt to freewrite for five minutes without editing. This week’s prompt is [Present}.


Facebook has a feature I enjoy called “Memories.” One click on the memories tab gives me visual reminders of things I have posted on that site a year ago or more. It’s a virtual photo journal reminding me of special times in my life like birthdays, vacations, Bible verses that spoke to my heart, time with the grandkids, or what was blooming in my garden at that time. Many of the photos from the past decade feature my sweet mom. Those photo memories of my mom generally bring a smile, or a hearty laugh, and (only sometimes) a few tears sprinkled here and there. But this week, the fact that I was able to take so many photos of her served to remind me of the amazing opportunity God gave me to give my mother a very special gift in the last years of her life.

The gift of being present.

Present. The gift I’m thankful I could give.

Author: barefootlilylady

I love sharing about my barefoot gardening adventures, hence my blogger name. As I write, some of my other passions might spill out -- like fun with grandkids, baking and sewing endeavors, what I'm studying in Scripture, and the like. My readers will notice that one of the primary things I write about is Alzheimer's. May what I write be an encouragement to anyone who is a caregiver for someone they love with memory loss.

4 thoughts on “The Gift of ‘Present’”

  1. Well, damn it. I’m dying of cancer, and a professional badass, and you choked me up, left me without words, except these, below.

    And I am writing them through tears.

    We the proud will always dare
    to challenge time to freeze,
    but blessed are those who choose to care
    for the least of these,
    felled now by the heartless sword
    and calendar’s cruel insolence
    held captive without spoken word
    in some deathless silence;
    but you, the brave, do venture forth
    to touch theat lonely heart
    imprisoned in its frozen north
    and play the Saviour’s part
    in bringing light where there was not
    to a soul the world forgot.

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    1. Andrew, your poetic response has ME choked up with tears. I hope and pray that there is someone in your life who is present. Thank you for taking the time to express your thoughts so eloquently – I will never forget your gift of words. I’m spending time in prayer for you right now.

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