Joining Lisa-Jo’s free-writing flash-mob for Five Minute Friday once again. The prompt? “In between.”
Today we took the screens off all the windows and cleaned the accumulated debris from between screen and glass. So much collects in between.
In the case of windows, we don’t want it there. Other times, we’re desperate to find the stuff that is between: what is it that fills the spaces between words, between lines? What is the thing not said, that hangs in the between-ness of a conversation?
And life is full of betweens: the roads that take us from here to there, the times when we’re waiting for something to begin, the times when we don’t know. Or, perhaps, knowing fills just one space between vast expanses of “I don’t know.”
It’s tempting to live in between, to look back, to look forward, to not look at now. To think of now as the space between screen and glass, all of its accessories as things which ought to be cleared away one day, things we don’t value.
Cling to your between-ness, to the today that is all you ever have: tomorrow and yesterday being both permanently out of reach.
You’re given grace for this between-ness, for this today. Not grace for tomorrow, but grace for now. The silent places between the words, the empty spaces between the lines — without them, we wouldn’t understand the words or the lines at all.