She stands on the threshold big toe hanging over and it makes her heart beat just as fast as the cars driving across her little house. Anything that stays in one place long enough
Anything that stays in one place long enough can’t move no more.
It’s not like Maeva Dawn wants to be stuck inside all the time, afraid of the darkness that’s outside her little dog trot house. She just can’t make herself put more than her right big toe outside her doorway.
Somehow life had made a cage for her and little-by-little she’d given up. Finding it easier to sleep in the bed where he’d laid than go get groceries. More comfortable to be wrapped in his nightshirt than get dressed and go visiting the neighbors.
Six months ago, she had willingly stepped through the cage door, turned the key, and tossed away most everything she ever wished for.
A breeze lifts Maeva Dawn’s hair somehow twisting it, pulling it, teasing it outside the door. The little curl of life inside of her responds reaching for freedom, pushing Maeva forward. Maeva’s foot lifts, hovers, shaking for what seems like eternity, before she turns and shuts the door, leaning against it to keep the darkness out.
The fear leaks from her eyes and she’s sure the sound of her silent scream might just wake heaven itself.
I think Mava Dawn is a bit inside each of us. We get stuck in our patterns of what’s easy, comfortable, and feels right. Then all of a sudden, we realize we want out and we’re not quite sure how to get there.
For me, I’m in a season of constant flux. The last few months have made me want to run screaming for the hills…or bubble wrap my entire family so no one else will face surgery or major procedures—three of us is quite enough. Thank you very much.
Now we’re headed into school in the near future and I’m wondering where my place is. I’m hearing quiet whispers to trust and take one day at a time. But I’m also praying for the faith to step out the door when the time comes.
How about you? Where are you finding your place today, tomorrow, and this school year?
This story is in response to the Five Minute Friday prompt: Place. The rule is no editing (although I can’t stop myself a little. I am an editor after all).
The image is from Pixaby.