Five Minute Friday

Lonely

On friday’s, we write for  five short minutes without editing and gussying the page. We spill what rises to the surface and share it, bravely with others, and we encourage. We give virtual high fives and hugs and pats on the back, sometimes, we gather in prayer too, for the broken stories, the wounded stories…

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Five Minute Friday

Story

On friday’s, we write for  five short minutes without editing and gussying the page. We spill what rises to the surface and share it, bravely with others, and we encourage. We give virtual high fives and hugs and pats on the back, sometimes, we gather in prayer too, for the broken stories, the wounded stories…

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Five Minute Friday

Broken

I see them in the garden, bits of broken fencing in their hands, dirt crusted up underneath their nails. They’re red-faced and sweaty, and oblivious to the late hour. Meanwhile, dinner rolls and boils on the stove. It’s time to shut this day down. I watch them quiet there in the kitchen, and it’s clear,…

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Five Minute Friday

Belong

Amid the piles and chaos, neck deep in chores unfinished and meals always needing to be made, it’s a temptation to believe that this is not where I belong. Not because I don’t love, but only because it overwhelms. It feels a thousand percent wrong to give voice to that low growl, to admit that…

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Five Minute Friday

In Between

The summer runs along, a serpentine of hot days, slipping through time. We wake and play and work a little, we rest and everyone is crazy in the afternoons with boundless energy to burn. I shoo them out to the yard, these wild colts with legs too long, and manes a-tangle. They spin and flick and romp until the…

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Five Minute Friday

Listen

Days unfold to the sounds of various birds chattering just outside of our room. They’re so loud, it sounds like more than are really there. I lay in bed and I listen. All is quiet, save their conversations in the vine that wraps over the pergola. I call it “the neighborhood” for all of the…

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Five Minute Friday

Fall

The rain trickles steady and the sky sags, a white blanket of rain she’s holding back. It looks like a snow-sky, except that it’s summer here, and buds have awoken, striking us all with allergy attacks, leaving us bleary eyed and sniffling–much like in winter. But I thank God for the allergies today, as the running of my…

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Dreams, Five Minute Friday

View

It’s been a long time since I hung out with my Five Minute Friday peeps. I’ve missed this community so much… In case you’re new around here, (welcome!) Five Minute Friday is really simple: Write for 5 minutes, (no editing) post your words, link up with Lisa-Jo and share encouragement with the others who link…

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Five Minute Friday

I wasn’t going to write today. I adore the Five Minute Friday community, and it feels like a hundred years since I really connected with the ones whom I affectionately deem to be my people, but I thought I’d try to join in today, because the truth is–even though I’m not talking much in this space, there…

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Five Minute Friday

Every day can feel like the same thing, the day rolls over on itself and we go through the motions and I say the same things, and we fight the same fights and nurse the same wounds–it’s typical, ordinary. Sometimes a hidden resentment builds looking at all this surface stuff, and a longing for something…

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