The Word is: Mighty

A few moments ago before opening the (secret) word for Five Minute Fridays I was considering how I would go about cloning myself.

They’ve made movies about this, and I remember a whole bunch of stuff about sheep or goats in the news several years ago, but the fact is, some days I need another me (this seems to be a theme I return to once a month or so…link here)

This is one of those days.

Am I mighty? Eh. Sometimes on a Monday morning when I get a massive amount of stuff done, I feel mighty. But on most days, like today, when I spend the precious moments before school trying to get my kindergartner to complete her week’s worth of homework in one shot (due today), I’m not feeling the might so much.

And just to be TOTALLY random, Mighty Mouse is my favorite cartoon ever. The original ones. I think I might have even been in love with him, and I realize that’s weird.

It comes down to this. I! am not mighty. Not even a little bit, and for that – I am thankful.

If everything were peachy everyday and I had everything I needed and I didn’t have to work my butt off all the time, I’d probably think I was pretty mighty – and that right there is a slippery slope to self-sufficiency. I hope I never get there. That’s pretty scary to write, but I’ve been to that terrifying place where I was just hanging on by a thread of a string and the AlMIGHTY was there.

I saw Him when I was in desperate need.

My self-sufficiency hides Him from view.

 

This was written for Five Minute Fridays where you write on a specific word for only 5 minutes, click for link.