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 



Same (Five Minute Friday)

Well, it is Tuesday, but this is my five minute Friday free write. That is just the way this week has been ;). Anyway, I am joining Kate Motaung and others for the five minutes of writing link up on the prompt SAME.  Ready Go:


We are not called to be the same. We have been created to rock the life we are in. Our personality, our spiritual gifts, and our stories both the bright and the dark are woven together to make something that is invariably unique. We are not called to be the same as each other, or the same as the world. And, yet, it is tempting, when the courage to be different weighs heavy.

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. Romans 12:2

A beautiful community is created by diversity. This means men and women, young and old, and black and white, plus brown, red, yellow or whatever other color people try to use to describe the flesh of another. The idea that a community could function locked into the small parameters of sameness is ludicrous, we don’t need more of the same, we need the different unified. Those who find unity in purpose, in heart, and in mind find power, this is best seen in its purest form in the Trinity (different functions, perfect unity).

If we fight to find unity while working towards this greatest power of the Almighty God, we may be blessed with a glimpse of the beauty sought after in the prayers of Jesus.

That they may all be one, just as you, Father, are in me, and I in you, that they also may be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. John 17:21


Five for Ten (Five Minute Friday)

It is Friday which means a five minute free write without pretense and without a careful editing eye. The prompt from #FMFparty this week is TEN.

“Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly fly the years

One season following another

Laden with happiness and tears”

~Fiddler on the Roof


She is almost ten.

I am both elated and petrified. I saw it this year–the shift, the beginning of the tween years. The little girl who believed everything I said, began to question. She began to fight for her own way relentlessly. She showed responsibility and gained more freedom. She fought for control and sought comfort for new problems. There were bullies, catty girls, and innocent crushes. The realization that the world will lie and that life can be hard. She stands firm, thinks well, and offers help. She fights for, and with, her siblings. Her shoes are only one size smaller than mine. She looks through the laundry and wonders when she will need a bra. She asks about when she can go to Paris. She loves Jesus and has learned the beauty of repentance and forgiveness. She was my baby. She is getting so big.

She is almost ten.


Five Minutes of Hope (Five Minute Friday)

It’s time for a five minute Friday post. This week’s prompt is HOPE. Which happens to be one of my favorite words, themes, and/or principles of all time. Okay, ready go:

ships and ocean

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.” –Proverbs 13:12

Sometimes we just can’t escape a feeling that God won’t get it right. That his plans will be too far away from our plans. We hope for things, they disappoint, and the heart feels sick. So we turn, turn to unanchored hopes in a scramble to make ourselves feel secure. We hope to find something that will help us float through the inevitable storms of life only to find ourselves taking on water, drowning, because we see that this too will fail.

You don’t have the strength to anchor your soul. You can’t and you won’t because the lies will seem too true, the pain will seem too deep, and the despair-the heartsickness—the hope differed will sting.

Here is the hope. The hope is that Jesus can be the anchor to our soul (Heb 6:19). We can listen to His tender voice that meets us in trouble . We can stay off the paths of resignation, self-pity, and fear. We can deny the door that tells us we must take control and we can let Him have it, because we have learned to hope for the eternal things where all desires are truly fulfilled.