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….


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.



And again I say 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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8 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: Again

  1. Some of the most beautiful praise I’ve heard has been from the lips of Samburu women in Kenya. Though I didn’t understand the words, their love and adoration was plainly spoken with each syllable. What a beautiful gift to possess – the ability to worship in multiple languages.

  2. oh my…yes. rejoice.
    I’m sorry I’m so far behind, but I’m so thankful I still stopped by!
    (and I didn’t know this about you! loved discovering more of you. thank you!)
    all for Him with hugs to you,

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