My Favorite Place Has Strawberries

Independent Writing Exercise

8/15/23

Prompt: Describe a place in 300 words without using adjectives.

20 Minutes: I wrote for 20 minutes then edited for 20 minutes.

I do notice that when I engage in more creative writing, I am more motivated to work on and complete other writing projects. Today was a session and life work driven day, so this creative writing exercise turned posting material is a success. PS. It was HARD not using adjectives. I found myself breaking other "rules" I don't notice in my normal free flow. It's good to get out of the box... and into another one? :)

My Favorite Place Has Strawberries

I have favored the Secret Place for years. I remember being drawn there at four years old. Honestly, my consciousness does not draw a memory where He was not near me and inviting me to the Secret Place. The entry is beautiful. Gold sparkles at the entry as light manifests physically to greet you. Pearls have given themselves over to welcome and presentation. My brain delves deeper mapping information from the senses when flowers, trees, fruit, soil, greenery, and animals flood my eyes, ears, nose, and skin. I’ve never experienced a garden like this before. My eyes were convinced it had no end. The paths were carved and marked for traveling successfully among the fields bursting with fruit.

I smelled the fragrance from the path, and it made my mouth water. Strawberries were the first to catch my nose and eye. I wanted a taste. Who was the Keeper of these grounds? The Lion revealed his face again. He was laying leisurely and gently yet confidently among the strawberries’ greenery and grass decorating the beds. His whiskers seemed to invite me personally to try the fruit, pointing at the biggest and most red piece of fruit, like a child would usher a friend.

I heard a whispered lullaby sing, “Swing wide all you gates; for the King of Glory enters in!” It made me giggle to think of it being whispered, especially seeing the Lion already in the bed. One of those giggles slipped from my lips, and I heard Lion of Judah say, “No, my child, I was speaking to your gates: so that seeing and hearing, your heart would believe I am for you and understand I will not leave you. Will your heart gates let me in?” He gave me a strawberry in the shape of a heart. My heart understood it to be his.

Upon the first bite, I felt the Lion and his love take up residence at the base of the fissure in my heart. This crevice is the deepest. His presence there was so foreign to my being, that it was almost a gut-punch. But Gentleness and Mercy were my body guards that day, and I watched the Lion tear giants to pieces while I ate strawberries.