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Five Minute Friday: Write

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The only way to get better at writing is to write. And out of that comes Five Minute Fridays, who I do with a lovely community of hearts at Lisa-Jo’s Five Minute Friday, where a single word becomes a prompt and a timer is set to write for five minutes with no preplanning, no backtracking, and no editing. They will likely not be high-quality pieces, and I’m sorry readers, yet this is a wonderful exercise and you should do it, too! And… go!

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Go.

The balm for the wounds that need stitched up yet, and the mouthpiece for the Spirit to speak to my heart, because I can read the Word and hear wisdom from others, but there are too many moments where it’s not until after I read a phrase that I swear I didn’t write that I realize what He needs from me. Clarity, healing, peace, encouragement.

And the third week since redesigning and planning to be consistent comes to a close, since determining to encourage and inspire others in a similar way to the other strong woman voices I have read for so many years, and where the first week was edifying, this third week seemed empty. I look at views, and see them staying the same or beginning to dip. I read those women, and I ache for their voice, and perhaps even slip it on as I write, but it’s not really me and the page returns to blank.

Because I want to be authentic, but I forgot how much writing could hurt.

How it could show me how messed up I am. How it could tell me what I needed to change before I’m ready to do it. How it would pull me out and have me bare my heart, bloody and mangled, out for the world to see.

Who am I writing for? What am I writing for? Is it for others, is it for myself, or is it for God? And if I can answer that question genuinely – and correctly – then regardless of what my stats are or how messy I am or how my voice comes across, there is good. There is grace, there is healing, there is encouragement, and there is good because God is there, and here, and doing a work in me.

Stop.

Five Minute Friday: Hero

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The only way to get better at writing is to write. And out of that comes Five Minute Fridays, who I do with a lovely community of hearts at Lisa-Jo’s Five Minute Friday, where a single word becomes a prompt and a timer is set to write for five minutes with no preplanning, no backtracking, and no editing. They will likely not be high-quality pieces, and I’m sorry readers, yet this is a wonderful exercise and you should do it, too! And… go!

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Go.

I am a woman of doubts, of ending a hard day of teaching with tears and a feeling of hopelessness. A woman who will shoulder her way through whatever hard or big thing is ahead, and then wind up spent on the other side. And he, his arms are strong and his heart is big, and without batting an eye, he picks up my pieces and hugs them back together, glueing them with kisses and I love you.

I am a horrible cook, aiming for homestyle food that sticks to your ribs but always forgetting to set the meat out to thaw, and he smiles and heats up a potato.

I am nervous about things, all of the things, all of the future, and he’ll first show me the numbers, show me how it will all be okay, then take my forehead to his own and pray us to God.

Because on my own, I can’t do it. On my own, I’m prideful and selfish and weak in ways I wasn’t even aware of, but he knows all of this – he knew it long before that ring was bought – and loves me anyways. He’s the fixer of leaking pipes, the man covered in sawdust, the only one I think I could really and truly get in the trenches and serve with.

Stop.

 

 

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