Five Minute Friday: Red

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.

RED.

Where to start?  What to start writing about?  Red. Red.  Red.

Red red wine.  There’s a song about that.

But no.

Tangent.

I was thinking on the red thing and flicking from open tab to open tab on my netbook…..and bam.  There in my facebok feed was a link to an article about a 19 week old baby who was born, survived a few minutes and then passed.  This tiny, red, human being, held in someone’s hands ever so carefully.  Perfectly formed, but too tiny to survive.

I can’t bring myself to the read the whole article.  I can see the first paragraph and the photo.  The red baby.  Someone’s hopes for the future, wrapped up in a precious bundle.  Someone’s heart, crushed by what was not to be.

Do you know what a miscarriage that happens after 12 weeks is called?  A spontaneous abortion.  I learnt that the hard way.   Those words, they sting.  They go down deep, into a deep dark well of hurt.

But the more I live this life and the more I grow as a Mother and a Wife, with me grows my love for my family, I realize how great is God’s love for us.  So much greater than my meager offerings.

His love is higher than the heavens.  Deeper than the oceans.

Who can pour life and healing balm into a deep well of hurt?  Only God.

What can refresh and renew dreams, and take the place of dreams no longer able to be fulfilled?  Only the hope we have in Him.

It isn’t possible for us to have all the answers, we’ll never ever know why some babies are taken too soon, but we can rest in the peace that as we grieve, the Lord grieves with us.

STOP.

 

 

Five Minute Friday: Listen

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 –

Listen.

I’ve always had a love/ hate relationship with this whole social media and blogging thing.  In some ways it is the coolest thing, to be able to reach out from beyond our four walls and at the click of a button proclaim life, encourage and exhort and to find kindred spirits.  In other ways, it can be a false reality.

Last night I saw Lisa-Jo’s prompt go live.  I sat there and I started thinking.  And then came the onslaught through my twitter and facebook feeds.  Read this.  I just posted this.  This was my blog. Linking up now.

And something within me became a little crushed, a little worn, and a little deflated.

Oh I know there is good.  Tremendous good. There are many blessed and inspired words strung together to create something glorious over the internet.

But the whole orchestra of instruments all together chiming ‘read me’ is essentially the same as saying ‘listen to me’.

And I think as much as I love the hearts behind the blogging, I need to listen to Him more.

I want to tune in to the conductor, more than the individual instruments. For without Him, there would be no harmony, no connections and continuity.  No meaning.

As much as cyberfriends can reach out and love on people. Our Abba Father is at the ready, wanting ALL of my heart.  BOTH of my ears.  ALL of my attention.

We are all instruments, yes?

Let’s tune in to Him, just a little more, yes?

So that we can turn our readers to Him, just a little more.

STOP.

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Five Minute Friday: Imagine

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 –

Imagine.

My sixth form Latin teacher was one of my absolute favourites.  She had an unfortunate name for a teacher; Mrs Waddell, but thankfully she was too slight a frame to actually waddle.

Mrs Waddell was very high up in management and discipline in the school.  Everyone knew her.  Everyone knew what behaviours she expected.  Everyone knew she was firm but fair.  The best kind of disciplinarian there is.

But in sixth form Latin, Mrs Waddell shed a little of her harsh exterior. Nobody takes sixth form Latin if they don’t want to. The students of sixth form Latin were there purely for the love of the language.  And so…Mrs Waddell would joke with us, and dream with us.

And as we journeyed along the Appian Way and got to know characters such as Cornelia and Sextus, Mrs Waddell would tell us ‘When you see the Colosseum’, ‘when you travel to the ruins of Pompeii’…..

There were no ‘ifs’.  No ‘maybes’.

There was no hesitation in Mrs Waddell’s mind that all nineteen of us, spotty cheeked, hormonally charged seventeen year olds would one day be successes, and would one day travel the world. Would one day use our education to the max.  That our Latin would come alive.

Mrs Waddell knew what it is to imagine.  To meditati.

She looked at what could be.

Instead of what was before her.

And we were given a gift – to believe in ourselves.  To live a life beyond ourselves.  To imagine.

STOP.

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Five Minute Friday: Song

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 –

SONG.

I love that God made birds to sing.  I love that different species of bird have different calls and sounds and songs.

There’s something so magical about waking up in a new and foreign to you country and hearing the native birds singing.  The chorus at first light.  Welcoming the new day.

Even after natural disasters, birds sing on.

If someone is listening or if no-one is listening, birds sing on.

Birds don’t need score cards or record deals, they don’t require positive feedback or constructive criticism.  They just sing on.

I think we all could learn from the birds.  The games we play and all.

I can’t help but wonder what our worlds would look like if we just sang the songs we were supposed to.  What if we didn’t look to the left or the right, but just up?

What if we didn’t check stats or facebook comments and likes, retweets and responses?  What if we just wrote the lyrics of our songs, the words God places on our hearts?

What if, like the birds who don’t need to sow or reap, for their heavenly Father looks after them, what if we didn’t worry about how we would be received?

What if we all sang the songs we were created to sing – because we couldn’t not do that?  What a mighty sound that would be.

STOP.

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Five Minute Friday: Comfort

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 –

Comfort.

It comes on a frosty winter’s morning, with fluffy socked feet snuggled under my soft, brown blanket.

It comes with that first sip of the day of strong, freshly ground coffee, the scent permeating throughout the house…. it stealthily creeps up the stairs, a very welcome intruder.

It comes with another hand in your hand.  The joining of souls, the linking of limbs with hearts united.

Comfort can come in so many ways.  In many varieties of forms. Sometimes it is a tangible thing that brings comfort, and other times…..not so much.

A word spoken at the right time is like gold apples on a silver tray.’ – Proverbs 25: 11

The comfort that an encouraging word brings, lasts.  The comfort that a loving word brings the ability to endure.  The comfort that a word from God brings with it much courage, boldness and fearlessness.

Let’s use our words to comfort.  Let’s use God’s words to inspire, to change lives, to point the way

STOP.

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An Addendum

I woke up with a song in my heart and the pressing need to add onto my five minute friday post from last night.

 

You see while everything I wrote is true – I do long for more in my friendships, I long for my daily routines to be interrupted by phone calls and texts and the ‘how are yous?’ that deep and reciprocal friendship bring with it….I still have to declare out loud that God is so very faithful.

I have much to be thankful for.  In the next few months as we prepare to leave our American adventure, I can look back and see God’s hand at work with relationships I’ve established and He has grown.  And for these I will be forever thankful.

 

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases.

His mercies never come to an end.

They are new every morning, new every morning

Great is thy faithfulness O Lord

Great is thy faithfulness

Faithful with my Monday night writers group.  A group of women who took me in – they are all published and professional with their own writings – me – well I have this.  We chat, we eat, we play cards, we play our own form of scrabble.  We fellowship.

Faithful with my Wednesday morning prayer group.  We meet and we seek the Lord’s heart.  We strive to listen to Him. Together.  We care for one another.

Faithful with fellow church goers and co-workers of my husband and their families and Mom’s group members and ministry to teenage girls leaders.  All of these are such important parts of my life.  And I am grateful.

Faithful with random people that I have met through various inroads, people who have opened their arms and with their mouths declared ‘welcome’.

And so, for the days when the phone does not ring, my cell phone stays quiet, the doorbell does not go, I will still remember His faithfulness and His goodness.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, and I wish that you too, could know this love.  Wherever you are, whatever your circumstances, please know you are not alone, and I say this with all certainty.

 

Five Minute Friday: Here

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….

HERE.

I’m right here.  Over here.  In this little corner of the interwebs.

Kia Ora!

Hi.  Nice to meet you.

To the world I’m a little thing.  Reasonably quiet until you get to know me, and then I work my wonders with some charm and quick wit.  I used to come away from a real life conversation and beat myself silly….why did I say that..what would she think of that..how did that come across?

I’m working on seeing myself as how He sees me.  To Him I am bold and courageous.

To Him, I am anointed for this time.

Right here, right now.

Me. Little ole me.

Amazeballs.

This chick who is not trendy.  This lady who so easily feels defeated and judged and says the wrong thing yet just so wants to encourage and bless those around her.

With all my failings and all my inadequacies, second guessing and things lost in translation.

Right here, right now, just like Esther, I was appointed and anointed for such a time as this.  To shine His light.  To look up and out.  To live in such a way as to make people wonder….

And so are you.

In your right here and in your right now.

Your inadequacy is His opportunity. Let’s start living that.

(Can you believe I wrote amazeballs in a FMF post?)

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Five Minute Friday: After

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….

AFTER.

So often it is the after that brings with it sheer pain and anguish.

The muscles, after an out of shape attempt at some exercise.

The stomach, after an evening of over-indulgence.

The bank account, after an afternoon of retail therapy.

And the heart, bent, forever torn, after the passing of a loved one.

The after hurts.  The after smarts and stings and penetrates down deep.  But the after teaches and the after changes us.  The life lessons from the after are priceless, totally immeasureable.  Not something someone else can tell us.

But most importantly – the Lord is with us – in the now and in the after.  Nothing takes Him by surprise.  Nothing.  The God of Angels armies is by our side.

In the now, whatever your now is.

And He’ll be there in your after.

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Five Minute Friday: Broken

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….

BROKEN.

(words in bold by Jeremy Riddle, ‘Sweetly Broken’)

To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of it’s suffering I do drink
Of it’s work I do sing

For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just

Today’s prompt is broken.  And tomorrow we remember what Christ did for us.  For all of us.  His body – beaten and broken.  And I – I am whole and healed.

Chorus:
At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered

What kind of gift can I ever give to the Lord?  How can I ever thank Him?

What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified

You’ve called me out of death
You’ve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross I’m reconciled
Chorus:

In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness

This gift – this is what I can give to Him: an awe of the cross.

A knowledge of His redeeming love.

Remembering His faithfulness.

This gift: my brokenness.  This is what I can give to the Lord, for all that happened on Calgary.  To be wholly surrendered.

To live depending on the cross. Clinging to it.  Desperate for it.

Sweetly broken. The best kind of broken to be.

I owe Him nothing less, for He has done everything for me.

STOP.

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Five Minute Friday: Remember

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….

Remember.

I remember when the prophet man asked us to stand.  So stand we did, hand in hand.  He spoke words of life over us, words that gave us hope, words that gave direction.  Truth.  From God’s heart to our ears.

I remember the time in my student flat when I saw my friend’s leg grow before my very eyes.  And then this very month when my friend’s baby was healed in utero of a heart problem.

I remember seeing and hearing people being set free from different spirits.  It wasn’t freaky, weird or spacey.  It was right and good and honoring.  It was freeing.

I remember prayer meetings so loud that not one voice was distinguishable amongst the rumblings, all were raised in agreement, special languages and all.  From our hearts to God’s ears.

I remember the amazing feeling when people remember past conversations with me, when they remember to ask after things. When they want to know progress and results.  I remember that feeling that someone cares.  Someone listens.  I matter to them.

I want to give people the gift of caring.  I want to give people the gift of healing, of being healed and whole.  I want to provide hope and encouragement like no other, with words of prophesy and knowledge.  I want to help people to shift and ease closer to Him, because I remember them, and not because of anything I do – but because of everything He has already done for them.

Let’s always remember that people matter.

Jesus remembers. We have these precious gifts from His helper.  Let’s use them to show people that Jesus remembers them.  Jesus remembers.

Always.