Spiral down with all her radiant colors.
Let her unfurl.
You've held her with all your might.
Gathered her tight, boxed her up and tucked her away.
Reality made her seem child-like. Too silly. Too irresponsible.
Smudges of your art stayed on your hand.
And shame named it a stain.
You're realizing her beauty.
To be adored. Not a stain to be scorned.
Grasp that dream and let Him make you whole.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."
...where, community comes together and shares how He used their five minutes on the same topic.
It's neat stuff and most especially, such evidence of our uniqueness and His awesomeness.