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Five Minute Friday: Here.

Five Minute Friday
Learned about this post template from here.
The brief:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.


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What can we say about 'here'?  It seems we can see to every place around besides 'here'.  I can only look up and see the horizon, never "there".  When it comes down to it, here is the only place I will ever know, but never see fully.  It is a prison and there is no excape.  Not because 'here' is bad, but because you will always be 'here' .  And there is no leaving 'here'.  A lot like tomorrow always being tomorrow and today alsways being today.  And you can't get in your car and drive away because here is always here.  But it's not a trap or a cage.  Here can be beautiful.  Because we were made to be here.  We were made to flourish and bloom isn the place that is here, wherever here is.  Here is where he meets us.  Here is where we will live.  Here is where we will die.  Here is not our eternal resting place though .  Someday, here will not bind us.  Someday, here will be where He is and there will be no more need for longing or aching or groaning.  Because where he is will be where we are.  I cannot wait for the day when here is where He is and where He is, I am.  Just because I'm not there in my body today does not take away where my spirit is and will for ever stay.  There is 20 seconds left of this post and I have not much to say.  There is som
 
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