Five Minute Friday: Trust

Trust and honor swirl around like a cloud in our home.  I hear myself, “Trust me, Buddy.”  It rolls off of the tongue easily.  It is meant to calm – to be a balm in stressful times.

But I wonder.  Do I deserve that trust? 

I wouldn’t trust a woman who tells you to fold and put away clothes, when hers have been sitting in the laundry basket upward of 10 days. 

Or the countless times when littles are asked to speak the truth, guilty eyes look up at me and instead of showing compassion I lash out in anger because clearly I have been duped, deceived, lied to.

But in order to rise to that word we speak of, the word that is supposed to transform our house from bickering and complaining to submission and preferring . . . that word honor, I fail to show it.

I hate myself.  I’m going to run away.  I wish I was never born.  I want Daddy.

I’m sorry.  I was wrong.  Mommy made a mistake and I ask you to forgive me.  Though I sinned, I want you to know that sometimes I have to discipline you . . . even punish you . . . so that you know I keep my word.

I will do what I promise to do.

I want you to trust me. 

Five Minute Friday: Grow

GO

I’ve had all day.  It is the final hour.  11:46 PM.

Grow.  All I could think of was mold.  Or babies.  The time on the computer. 

But then . . . we got excited.  The Engineer and I.  We went downstairs.  To that place.  That place where I thought monsters lurked.  Organisms that would attack my lungs.  Blackness. 

I exaggerate.  My mind embellishes.

Our hand was forced.  The pipes . . . they pooped. 

The outside . . . forced itself in. 

And we . . . we sought advice.  We cleaned.  We waited. 

A plan formed.  A revised plan that fit nicely in our wallet and actually bought comfort and excitement.

A fresh place.  A knowing place.  Walls that are clean.  Floors that are scrubbed.

A soft place to land.

And a carpet that is growing.  I can’t wait for the boys to wake up in the morning.

STOP

Ah . . . I can breathe.  Hooking up with my sweet Lisa-Jo . . . so thankful I was given the chance to write tonight.

Five Minute Friday: Relevant

GO:

The picture above is relevant to this blog post.  This is Lisa-Jo.  She is the Gypsa Mama.

Oh!  That’s tomorrow! She gasped.

In this spot, this place . . . I am with the fact that I blog.  I am normal. I am a writer.  It is OK to blog.  Even normal to blog.  Imagine that at a blogging conference.  I feel God’s joy and pleasure when I write.  It is what I am called to do in this season of my life.  I am passionate about scripting words during my showers, washing dishes, and driving in the car. 

Because writing . . . it is relevant to my life.

My blog is an extension of my life . . . the work that God is doing in me.  And He has called me to share in His business.  His presence on the world wide web.

He is here.  He is watching.  He’s my biggest fan. 

And that is relevant . . . it is the well from which I write.  He is the reason I write.  And sometimes, like today . . . He affirms my passion.  My love of playing with words. 

STOP.

(Thanks for such an awesome talk Tsh Oxenrider and Lisa-Jo for brainstorming topics with us for Friday’s creative writing.)

Five Minute Friday: In Real Life

In real life I wonder if I am the opposite as what I am “in real blog.”  In real life, I say “so,” “like",” “you know?” and “I had an idea.”  A lot. In real life, whenever you see . . . . on your computer screen . . . .I do that a lot in real life.  It’s called, “I started a sentence.  Stopped.  And started a new sentence because I had a new thought.”  But eventually I do get around to the point.  Those dots . . . I can’t seem to write without them.  Every blog post has them.  They started because when I began using them, I received more comments.  People commented that my writing had improved.  That actually was an anonymous commenter.  No idea who they were.  But it seriously affected my writing style.  So I kept writing in my made-up blog language instead of in real life language.  But now I almost feel married to blog language.  The two worlds have almost become one.  Except I do know reality versus online life.  They both are real.  {Smiles}But I have to make sure to invest in the in real life reality more.  Which is difficult for me because I write better than I talk.  Just like I look better on my blog than I do in real person.  I suppose  you could say then in summary that in real life I am quite vain.  Thankfully, I have a Savior who is dealing with that vanity and replacing His image on mine . . . covering my imperfections and making me into something new this past year.    It’s been rough in real life.  But much better . . .

STOP.

(Don’t you wonder what I was going to write?  Sorry, can’t tell you.  The timer stopped.  Literally.  I do time myself for these posts.)

Five Minute Friday: Rest

It may sound silly.  Dramatic.  Childish.

But I *heart* 5 Minute Friday.  It is like five minutes of rest for me.  Rest. 

Rest from a required blog post.  Rest from editing a photo.  Rest from trying to be crafty.  Perfect.  Intriguing.  Gripping. 

Rest from something that I do for free.  I call that silly.  But at times it is true.  This blog has become its own beautiful beast.  Which is a whole different story.

God called us out of Colorado to find rest.  To do rest His way.  A sabbath’s rest.  We haven’t perfected that practiced rest.  That true rest.  Try as we might.  Which is why we probably haven’t entered that true rest.

Rest is sitting.  A coffee in hand.  A book to read when you aren’t worried about time or what you have to do afterwards. 

Rest is uninterrupted sleep.  Rest is fellowship without worries.  Sitting amongst friends and just being. 

Rest is what I would like to do when I see my dog up on the couch.  Ruth knows how to rest.

Five Minute Friday’s are sponsored by The Gypsy Mama.  I heart them.