May 30, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Imagine

It's Friday! So here we are, hundreds of us, bravely writing for five minutes flat on the same prompt given by the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker. "No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real."

This is Five Minute Friday, where writing gets real.

This weeks prompt is Imagine

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"What is Heaven like?" she asks me. 

Heaven is a common discussion in our home, but this day she had a lot of questions. Who will be there? What will we do? Where will we live? 

She imagines a place in the sky. A castle on a cloud. A place where she is a princess and there is dessert for every meal. 

I tell her that she is already a princess. A daughter of the King. And that Jesus is preparing a house just for her! 


"A pink castle?" 

I tell her that I'm not sure, but that it will be the most perfect place she has ever imagined. 

A place with no tears or sadness. No disappointment. No fear. 

Imagine that. 

STOP!


Five Minute Friday

May 23, 2013

Five Minute Friday: View

It's Friday! So here we are, hundreds of us, bravely writing for five minutes flat on the same prompt given by the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker. "No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real."

This is Five Minute Friday, where writing gets real.
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This weeks prompt is VIEW
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They say that hindsight is 20/20. And looking back, I see it all so clearly. I see Him so clearly.

Three years ago, she stepped into my life. On the worst day of my life she held my hand and cried with me. And now we were face to face again, but this time the tears were hers. This time, she needed me.

I shouldn't have been in the hallway that day. After weeks of thinking about me, but feeling awkward about reaching out, I was right before her eyes. In the last place she expected.

And I look back and see the way that God placed her in my life in my time of need, all the while knowing that all this time later, the roles would reverse. Knowing that on that day, I would happen across her path at just the right moment. At just the right time. 

We can't always see what He sees. We can't always know what He's doing. On that day in 2010, when she walked into the hospital room and handed me a teddy bear to take home in place of my son, I never would have thought that we would be here now. That I would have something to offer her. 

His view is so much better than mine. He sees so much more. He sees all of it and knows. 

And every now and again, we get lucky, and we can catch a glimpse. 

I am humbled. I am in awe. I am amazed.

The view from above shows His fingerprints everywhere. Even when I couldn't feel Him. Even when I didn't understand. His fingerprints are there. And looking back and seeing Him everywhere is a beautiful view.

STOP!


Five Minute Friday

May 20, 2013

This One's For You

To the mom who woke up at 4am with a crying babe and never got back to sleep...

To the mom whose child just yelled "I hate you!"...

To the mom who hasn't spoken to an adult outside of her husband in days...

To the mom who feels like she's suffocating in the walls of her home...

To the mom who kissed her children goodbye and headed off to work or school...

To the mom who lost her temper and raised her voice...

To the mom who's ever had to figure out how to nurse a baby and go to the bathroom at the same time...

To the mom who fed her kids Kraft Dinner because the day was hard...

To the mom who put on a cartoon so she could get a few minutes of peace...

To the mom who feels discouraged and like she's failing her children...

...this one's for you. 

You are a good mom. 

You are brave and beautiful and you pour yourself, body and soul, into your children each and every day. 

You do the hard, and the trying, and the tiring. And then you do it all over again the next day. 

The sink is never free of dishes, the laundry never caught up. The dust bunnies are multiplying and you can't remember the last time you washed your hair. 

The baby is crying, you hear something crash from another room, and the pot on the stove is boiling over. And that's not the only thing. 

Just when you think you can't take anymore, you take a deep breath and you keep moving. You persevere through the hours, the days, the weeks, the years. You never stop. You never give up. You just keep giving to the precious you love. 

You are brave. You are strong.

And even on days where you're less than graceful, Grace picks you up and gives you strength to keep on. 

You are a good mom. 

So to all the moms who ever doubted yourself...

...this one's for you

May 16, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Song

It's Friday! So here we are, hundreds of us, bravely writing for five minutes flat on the same prompt given by the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker. "No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real."

This is Five Minute Friday, where writing gets real.

This weeks prompt is SONG

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Only hours old and she still smelled sweet of vernix. We were alone at last. Mother and daughter. I stared at this tiny miracle; the babe I had longed for for so long.

And the melody filled my soul, and I rocked as I sang the hymn so familiar to my heart. 

Morning has broken. And it had. 

In that moment, the empty arms of a grieving mama were full. Full of life. And with a heart full of praise I sang out to the Father a song of adoration. The lullaby of my babe. 

"Praise with elation. Praise every morning. God's recreation of a new day." 

Beauty had risen. The dark night had gone. And the song filled my soul as I sang the newest of my loves to sleep for the very first time. 

Morning has broken. Sing Hallelujah. 

STOP!

  

Five Minute Friday

May 15, 2013

Limitless

It started as an idea. A thought that raced through my brain as I poured my coffee in the early morning hours. The sun was not yet up and with a babe on my hip I breathed in the aroma of the fresh brewed and there it was.

In my still-not-yet-caffeinated stupor I turned my focus to the hazelnut creamer that would turn this cuppa into the perfect wake up call. I settled the babe in her spot with a few toys and me in mine with my Bible. That's when it hit me again. This idea. 

Yeah, right! I was dreaming! And I was.

I was God-sized dreaming, and I didn't even know it. 

But like all dreams that God plants in our hearts, He kept whispering. He kept calling. He kept asking. So I said yes. Scared and unsure and having no clue what I was about to start or how the heck I could ever bring this dream to fruition or even if I would be the one to do so. I said yes. 

And in the moment I said yes, I so clearly heard Him speak. So clearly it was almost audible....

Limitless. 

I AM limitless.

Because I AM! Not I was or I will be. I AM! 

I AM the God of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob. 

I AM the God of Moses who turned serpents into staffs and parted the Red Sea. 

I AM the God of Daniel who closed the mouths of the lions. 

I AM the God who healed the sick, gave sight to the blind, and raised the dead to life! 

I AM Limitless! 

And He is. This dream is much too big for me, but it's not too big for Him. Nothing is. And because God is limitless, so are we! We can dream big, and hard, and scary because no dream is too big if it's a God-sized dream. 

So terrified, wondering what the heck I am even thinking, I say yes. And at the next prompt, I say yes again. And with each yes I feel a little crazier because I'm walking blind. 

It feels like summer camp and I'm blindfolded, trusting someone else to lead me safely to the mess hall without running me into a tree. But isn't that true faith? Living life in full confidence that God won't run you off course?

It's scary and exciting and I want to push and run full force at it. But at the same time, I want to put a piece of tape over my big mouth to shut me up because this could get serious! 

I'm not sure I'm ready for this. But one thing I am sure about is that I don't want to miss what God has planned for me. 

So shaking, with heart pounding, I take a baby step and trust that God won't let go of my hand. With a quivering voice I say yes to big dreams and a limitless God. 

Because "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Philippians 4:13).

In Christ, we too are limitless. 




May 10, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Comfort

It's Friday! So here we are, hundreds of us, bravely writing for five minutes flat on the same prompt given by the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker. "No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real."

This is Five Minute Friday, where writing gets real.

This weeks prompt is: COMFORT

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The blanket still smells like him. Two and a half years later, his scent still lingers on the fabric. It is etched in my memory and I would know that smell anywhere. It is him. My son. And it only exists now on that green cotton swaddler with the monkeys.

Every now and again, I sneak into the box of his things and I pull out that blanket so carefully. Like it might break. I bury my face in it and inhale the deepest breath and I am transported back to a nursery in a rocking chair in the early hours of the morning singing lullabies to my one and only son. Lullabies that did not compare to the ones the angels were singing him in Heaven.

It's strange how that scent brings me comfort. It stills my heart and grounds me. That blanket and the sweet perfume of vernix left behind by a newborn babe remind me that he was is real. When it all seems so far away...so long ago that I'm not sure any longer if this is really my life. The smell that still remains, reminds.

My son was IS real. My son was IS alive. I may not be able to see his face today, but One Day....

One Glorious Day...

And I rest in that. I rest in the hope and expectation of that day.

So when I breathe in that woven treasure, I feel like I am catching a breath of Heaven.

And my heart.

It skips a beat.

And the Comforter whispers in my ear, in a still, small voice....

"One Glorious Day."

STOP!


   Five Minute Friday

May 2, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Brave

It's Friday! So here we are, hundreds of us, bravely writing for five minutes flat on the same prompt given by the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker. "No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real."

This is Five Minute Friday, where writing gets real.

This weeks prompt is: BRAVE

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For nine months you cradled life in the inner most parts of your being. You wretched and you grew and you endured kicks and you grew some more.

You are BRAVE.

You woke in the early morning hours to a sensation unfamiliar only to realize that your life was about to change forever. You labored and you cried as you eased a new creation earth side.

You are BRAVE.

You pace hallways and sing late night lullabies deep into the night with a voice cracking from exhaustion. You change diapers and do countless loads of laundry. You stop everything over and over again, day and night, to give nourishment, to give your own body, to this little one who needs you more than anything or anyone has ever needed you.

You are BRAVE.

You catch vomit and clean spills and give baths and brush hair. You paint nails and play princess. You catch frogs and play swords.

You are BRAVE

You get screamed at and ordered around and kicked and toys flung at you and the "You're the worst mom!" has been aimed at your heart like a sniper rifle more than once.

You are BRAVE.

You never stop loving. You hug. You cry. You rub backs and fix that one, out of place hair and you give.

Everything you have. You give.

Every day. You give.

Because you are a mother.

You are BRAVE.


 STOP!

 
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