Five Minute Friday: Again

Five Minute Friday

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

5 mins of writing on a set topic.

I’ve decided that if I ever wanted to do more writing….and to really get serious about it then I need to be able to just write.  Simply write.  So I’m going to join some friends linking up at Lisa-Jo’s blog and we shall see what fun ensues…..

So here goes….

START.

It is said that whatever language you grow up hearing in your very early years, you’ll always have deep down in your memory.  Sometimes it just takes a bit to unlock that language, but it is there.

I grew up playing on dirt streets.  Play for me was helping our maid do the washing by hand, elbow deep in cold suds. Tip toeing past the snakes on my way to the outhouse.  The vibrant colours of dyed rice, lining the sides of the village market.  This is what a rainbow was to me.

When I was seven we moved from my third world, dirty, exciting, smelly, friendly surroundings, to a very white and English speaking nation.  I immediately had no use for the phrases that I used to jabber away in.  No use for that my second language and in an attempt to fit in with my new friends and new place, I simply forgot.

For the most part.

One song has never ever left my head though.  We used to sing it on the mission compound, over bright green and orange melamine bowls of oatmeal.

Rejoice in the Lord always, and again I say rejoice.

Rejoice in the Lord always, and again I say rejoice.

Rejoice.

Rejoice.

And again I say rejoice.

Rejoice.

Rejoice.

And again I say rejoice.

I’m probably part of only a handful of people that can sing that song in these particular two languages.  But those words have never departed my lips.  And again I say rejoice.

Such truths.  Sung by those who have nothing.  Truly, nothing.

But they have the Lord.

And again I say rejoice.

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Five Minute Friday: Dive

Five Minute Friday

 

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

5 mins of writing on a set topic.

I’ve decided that if I ever wanted to do more writing….and to really get serious about it then I need to be able to just write.  Simply write.  So I’m going to join some friends linking up at Lisa-Jo’s blog and we shall see what fun ensues…..

So here goes….

 

START.

Every so often my head breaks the surface.  I look upwards with all my being.  I seek and receive the fullness of joy, develop the fruits of the spirit and gifts of the Holy Spirit move in and through me.

I am Him and He is mine.  And I know this.  And I live this.

Then I dive deep within.

I’m swallowed up by day to day happenings and expectations.  While I have that peaces all understanding…things still to happen that shake my resolve.  Sickness wipes my husband out.  The toddler is bitten by a visiting ‘cherub’.  The ten year old talks back.  The seven year old refuses to eat his dinner. Again.  Questions surround us concerning our future.

Up I go again, to breathe some holy air.  Read words that give me hope.  Pray prayers that restore my faith.

Down again to deal with fleshly nature.  Sin and all its selfishness.

That struggle to constantly be breathing Him.  To live my life without the diving down, as I’m aware of Him in me always.  Eliminate the dive.  Bringing heaven to earth…..

STOP.

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Five Minute Friday: Opportunity

Five Minute Friday

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

5 mins of writing on a set topic.

I’ve decided that if I ever wanted to do more writing….and to really get serious about it then I need to be able to just write.  Simply write.  So I’m going to join some friends linking up at Lisa-Jo’s blog and we shall see what fun ensues…..

So here goes….

START.

It is funny what we naturally think of in the world, when it comes to opportunity.  We think of being given a chance.  Being offered a hand up.  We think of those who have seemingly stumbled into the limelight by chance and then from there has flown opportunity.  We consider the coming into money as opportunity.  Perhaps an inheritance passed down, or a rare lottery win.  Opportunity.

I don’t think God sees that as opportunity though, and I think a lot of everyday occurrences pass us by, without us seeing them as opportunity.

Opportunity to shine His light.

Opportunity to cast the spotlight on Him.

Opportunity to show His love, for it is by our love that people will know we are His disciples.

Opportunity in the form of not gossiping.  Not joining in with the Mums at coffee group who are putting their husbands/ parents/ in laws/ children down.

Opportunity in the form of smiling at your kids and welcoming them home, with open arms, instead of pointing out the things they may not have done, or are still to do.

Opportunity in the form of avoiding pink fluff words to encourage or even to highlight what the Lord is doing in our lives – but to really get down and into our friends’ faces.  Ask the tough questions.  Be the listening ear.  Be the shoulder to cry on.  To place more importance on our friends, than on us.

Opportunity in the form of board games taking up space on your kitchen tale.  Of tears and frustrations as you teach your children the art of loosing graciously.

Opportunity is all around us – each of us – and we have the absolute promise that:

‘If you are faithful in little things, you will be faithful in large ones’  Luke 16: 10.

God sees His good and faithful servants.  God sees when we cast Him as the main character in our lives.  Opportunity.

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