Lift

This is a Five Minute Friday post. Where I link up with other writers at Kate Motaung’s and we free write for five minuets. It is simple, it is unedited, and it is fun. Our prompt this week is lift

“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.”
― Charles Dickens.

I will lift others up. I will not tear down. My words will not heap weight onto the shoulders of others, but I will use my speech to help slay the chains that keep people from moving forward. I will bear the burdens and come along side to aid in  lifting the life that cannot be born alone.  For, others have lifted me. They have raised me up and kept me from drowning. They have taught, were patient, and suffered as I insisted on diving into waters I could not swim alone. There were those who fought to give me the vote, those who said women should learn too, and there is the ultimate liberator who set my soul free—Jesus. The God who came down into a broken world lifted His cross to die so that I may live, so I will lift mine. Whatever cross I come to I pray God gives me the strength to lift.

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Five Minute Friday: Morning

This is a Five Minute Friday post. Where I link up with other writers at Kate Motaung’s and we free write for five minuets. It is simple, it is unedited, and it is fun. Our prompt this week is morning.

“So wake up! Rub the sleep from your eyes!” ~ Isaiah 51:17 (MSG)

I love sleep. I want more of it. As the mother of four it beckons to me with the soothing song of rest and dreaming, but I often find it coming to an end far earlier than anticipated. Little feet rustle into my room before the sun rises or shortly after, and I must choose quickly how I will greet these little lives entrusted to me. I try to do it with joy. I do not always succeed.

However, these moments used to be the moments I dreamt of. A family, a spouse, a home in which I could wake unafraid. Each morning I wake, I know I have been given another chance at life a life that once was broken, threatened. A life that was protected by a God who loved me, a Savior who rescued, and a Spirit that made me new.

So when I wake up, I try to truly wake with praise, for this life was given a new day.

First (Five Minute Friday)

This is a Five Minute Friday post. Where I link up with other writers at Kate Motaung’s and we free write for five minuets. It is simple, unpolished, and fun. And yes, technically today is Monday, but that is just how this week went. 😉 Our prompt this week is first.

“So the last will be first, and the first last.”~Jesus (Mark 20:16)

Not My Fight

I will not fight to be first, or allow myself to become scarcity’s slave. My heart, my life, and my soul will not bear this weight or wage this war. It is a skirmish of worldly peril, not honor that holds eternal hope. I need not run over others to find myself where I need to be. I will not shoot down the beauty of those around me, or make others martyrs for my glory. Instead I will lift others up, and be willing to lay down all for Him. For I serve a big God, a Holy God, the God of angel armies. He must become more as I become less. In this doing, I am more fully alive than ever before. I will not be afraid that there will not be enough, for He always is.

My Jesus is first. 

Season: Five Minute Friday

This is a Five Minute Friday post. Where I link up with other writers at Kate Motaung’s and we free write for five minuets. It is simple, it is unedited and it is fun. And yes, technically today is Monday, but that is just how this week went. 😉 Our prompt this week is season.

I think the whole global warming thing freaks people out for another reason beyond…well…you know…the world dying. I think that we are also disturbed because we like our seasons to be predictable, and it is messing with that. Seasons are shifting. Summer stays around deep into fall, and snow is still falling at Easter. All the seasonal expectations are thrown off. We want to know what is coming. We want to know what season comes next and when  and what will show up.

As I begin to walk into a new season of life, one that took me by surprise, and honestly has left me sitting in a bit of shock. I take comfort in that though the world will change, that expectations will be thrown down, and life will continue to be unpredictable. I serve a God who never changes. I rest here. I live here. I trust here.

The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.” Isaiah 40:8 

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