Share

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Share

I am normally a very private person so when I came across the Five Minute Friday word prompts it surprised me that I was willing to share bits of me.

I’m revealing little things that have stayed hidden for so long.

Sharing is difficult, isn’t it?

You test the waters.

Testing the temperature to make sure you don’t get burned.

Sometimes, you just have to step out.

Step out,

in faith,

in God,

in Jesus,

with the ever-present safety of the Holy Spirit and God’s Angels,

even though you know you have a high chance of being burned,

and

SHARE.

Why?

Because other people need to know they’re not alone.

They aren’t the only one who feels like an outlier.

They aren’t the only one who feels trapped by their social anxiety.

They aren’t the only one who struggles to step outside the safety zone of their home.

They have someone who can hear them, who can identify with them, who can share in the journey to freedom, to healing.

I encourage you, dear reader, to open up a little bit more.

To share your story.

No, you don’t have to share every little detail.

Just knowing that others exist in the same world, same state, same city, same neighborhood, makes all the difference.

When we share our stories, God shares his.

He gets to showcase his powerful healing abilities through his children who shine and thrive even though they’ve been wounded.

Isn’t that what living this life is all about?

Share on.

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Grow.

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Grow

Start: 5-minutes

Watching my boys grow is a joy.

Oh, I did not think so in the trenches of motherhood.

All I wanted was for them to grow up.

To not need me so much.

To be independent.

To leave me alone.

To stop calling me by the name “Moooooooooommmmmmm”.

The name I longed for, Mom, became a word of disdain. I despised hearing it.

As a stubborn two-year-old, I got up dragged feet and answered the call.

What lessons was I teaching my boys?

17 and 22 years later, hearing the word “Mom” sends all sorts of love through me.

It’s a precious word.

It’s a treasure.

I’m blessed to be called Mom, even Moooooooommmmmmm.

I love it.

When I look back at those years, the years I thought would never end, I am weighed down by regret.

Regret that I did not cherish the moments.

I rushed the moments.

I slept through the moments.

I missed so many moments.

But, as my boys grow, I grow.

Not because of anything inside of me, my boys have grown into wonderful humans.

They are heroes to me.

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Read

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Read

Start – 5-minutes

It started years ago.

I would read the Bible from Revelations to Genesis.

Yes, backward.

It kept my attention.

It was a way for me to read the later books because always when starting to read, I drift off somewhere after Isaiah.

So, I thought, why not start at the end so I can get the good stuff before the dry stuff.

BUT, something happened along the way.

As I read God help connect the dots of the past to the present to the future.

The New and the Old were not separate anymore.

It’s one story unfolding.

After this “realization” or connection I wanted to read even more.

So, I joined a group.

The mission, read the entire Bible in 90-days.

That’s about 12-pages a day.

It’s intense but it was training me (and other participants) in the act of reading.

No, there is no way I could really meditate on what I was reading during this challenge but, I did get through the ENTIRE Bible.

Which afterward I thought kind of sad.

I grew up in a “Christian” home.

Stop = 181 words

It wasn’t until my thirties that I read the entire Bible through.

Sure there were those bookmark reading plans.

Everyone intends to read the Bible through the year but you know how that goes…

Once I did it once, I wanted to do it again.

Slowly.

And do you know what?

Each time I read it through, God impresses upon my heart and mind new lessons.

Things I’ve read over and over again since I was a child are ALIVE and become a healing balm to my soul.

God, why did I not see this when I was going through [insert difficult time].

God, I sure could have used this when I was…

But, I was closed.

Or it wasn’t time for my heart’s eyes to see.

Read.

I challenge you, dear reader, to Read the entire Bible through, with the Holy Spirit as your guide.

Remain

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Remain

Start – 5-minutes

I remain.

With clenched teeth

with a stubborn heart

with bitterness

with anger

with regret

but I still remain.

Motherhood.

Marriage.

Oh, these things they are the fire that refines this girl.

After getting married, I wanted to run within a month.

After giving birth, I wanted to run within a day.

After miscarriage (multiple) I wanted to escape, disappear.

It seems my whole life I’ve been running.

But, by the grace of a merciful God I remain.

Crying, depressed, ragged, poor, lonely, bitter, and YES, even happy, I remain.

I read a blog called Journey Mama and she described this well – Stay.

She enjoys traveling.

She is her most free most complete self out there, out experiencing new places, new people, BUT, she’s a mom, a wife, and a community leader.

Even though she wants with all her heart, soul, and body, to GO, she chooses to stay.

At first, there was probably an inner battle but NOW, she embraces staying.

Because sometimes, God calls us to STAY or REMAIN instead of GO.

As moms, as wives, as people who are needed by others sometimes it’s not about us and the deep pull of our hearts.

Sometimes…

The better thing is to leave yourself in a holding (God’s arms) and embrace your position, your necessity in other’s lives, and Remain.

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From Journey Mama

Stay. Is there a way to find yourself in a deeper way while staying still than while escaping?

There are so many books and writings on people finding themselves while traveling, leaving everything, shucking off the old, being on the road. I deeply, deeply resonate with journeying. Sometimes I think my eyes are only properly open when tracks are clicking beneath me. But can I find myself when my feet are in the kitchen?

Try

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Try

Start – 5 minutes

Try.

Try.

Try.

Sometimes it’s all I can do to try to live this life.

Other times, I’m filled with so much joy I can seem to live enough.

The thing I like most about my faith is that God forgives and is merciful.

This means that no matter how many times I mess up if I humble myself, repent and turn back toward him with a willing heart, a pliable heart, a heart surrendered toward him and open to hearing the gentle breeze of the Holy Spirit, he makes a way for my return like the ever-popular story of the prodigal son.

Yoda says, “Do. Or do not. There is no Try.”

God says, Do, but when we try and fall flat on our faces or our bums, he with a willing hand stretched out offers us assistance, to get up, to correct our misstep and to continue on with the journey of trying.

I try. I try. I try, to be a good person, a good mom, a good wife, a good… but ultimately it is nothing without the source of good – God.

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See Joel 2:12 – 13

“Yet even now,” declares the LORD, “Return to Me with all your heart, And with fasting, weeping and mourning; 13And rend your heart and not your garments.” Now return to the LORD your God, For He is gracious and compassionate, Slow to anger, abounding in lovingkindness And relenting of evil.

 

Invite.

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Invite

invite

Start- 5 minutes.

Invite others to write along with me?

Today’s writing prompt from #FiveMinuteFriday is INVITE.

Kate also placed a little challenge for us.

To invite others along.

As writers, we like to hide behind our screens and characters.

Am I right?

But, as writers, we’re all about connecting with people too.

So, what if you asked another writer or someone who says “I’m not a writer” into your space?

I didn’t want to talk myself out of it so I placed a public call to people on my FB page. (personal)

I’ll probably send a few email invites later today as well.

Business-wise, I’m all for inviting others to write on my blog.

I know lots of very talented and knowledgeable people.

But, this space, My Place of Hope, it’s my place.

The place I don’t hold back.

The place I am most ME.

Inviting people into this space, this domain, it is challenging.

I need to be challenged.

I need more PEOPLE in my life.

You probably don’t know this but I’ve probably spent a total of 40 – 70 days outside of my home in the last 3 years.

Stop.

189 Words.

Gasp huh?

It’s crazy writing that out.

I fear going out.

The only time I go out is when I have something to do.

Doctor’s appointments.

Grocery shopping.

Taking son 2 to his teacher meetings.

Nothing “fun” per se only the required amount of human interaction.

God placed me, this lonely person, this person afraid of people, inside a family.

That alone is a magnificent blessing.

I feel God preparing me for something.

It could be something painful or something wonderful, I don’t know which.

But, one of the things I know for certain, he’s calling me to share more of ME.

He’s calling me to people.

Write

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Write

Write

Start: 5=minutes

Write.

This writing challenge is challenging.

I feel like I’m just barely holding on.

It’ my desire to stay on top of things and participate on two blogs.

This month I’m also doing #write31days with my business blog.

I underestimated how much time the business blog topic would take me.

That, and just an all-around ill body that constantly likes to remind me that “I am not in my 20’s anymore.)

My routine changed so my time to write changed too.

You’d think I’d be a writing queen now of all times.

Two fewer people in the house, limited noise interruptions.

All signs that say “perfect writing environment”.

BUT, I keep putting it off.

Midnight arrives and I have this little battle inside my head.

Should I just write or pass it on to my next day’s to-do list?

I caught up the other day.

I was so very proud.

Today, I write, I’m behind, I’m imperfect, I’m close behind.

Stop.

160 words

Remember

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Remember

remember

Start – 5-minutes.

I’m reading a book.

Love Life Walk by Steve Fugate. (available on Amazon)

This book brought me to tears within the first pages.

Why?

Memories.

Things I try to push back and not bring up anymore.

God said,

“Sara, it’s time for you to Remember

I remember 7th grade, coming home from school.

Setting my backpack down on the porch.

No one seemed to be at home so I went to the backyard.

When I returned, my backpack was gone.

Remember, God whispers.

I’m immediately filled with panic.

How could I be so stupid.

What am I going to do about my homework.

Remember, I was in the 7th grade, school was my life.

So, I went to the backyard, to the laundry room and…

Must I remember Lord, It’s silly.

Yes, Sara, it’s important.

I lift the large bottle of laundry detergent and drink.

Yes, my 7th-grade self, thought losing a backpack was so awful, she wanted to end her life.

Stop. 5-minutes.

163 words.

Why this memory?

Steve, the author of Love Life Walk, trekked the Appalachian trail.

In the middle of his journey, he received notice that his son, his precious son, killed himself.

Remember, Sara.

Dealing with his loss he determined to hike the rest of the trail for his son.

His son, who would have trekked that same trail if he held out a little longer.

Steve needed to focus, so the project he chose to occupy his time/mind was to prepare for the trip by lightening his load.

His backpack.

He went from 50 to 22 pounds.

This morning God woke me with this vision.

The backpack we’re all carrying, trying so desperately to fill with “supplies” and “tools” to make it through this life, is only weighing us down.

Jesus says: Matthew 11: 28-30

28 Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

and again Jesus reminds us in 1Peter 5:7 to…

Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you

So, maybe it’s time we start lightening our backpacks.

Release some things you’re holding too tightly.

Then, take the backpack off and leave it at the feet of Jesus.

Let him hold it.

And, Rest.

Listen

Dear reader,

I’m blogging along with the Five Minute Friday’s word prompts. We free write for 5-minutes on a single word prompt. This month we’re doing 31 prompts along with #Write31Days.

Today’s Prompt: Listen

listen

Start: 5-minutes

You know, I have the hardest time Listening.

When my sons were little I’d hold their face gently in my hands and say look me in the eyes when we’re talking.

I learned this technique (holding their attention) from another Mom.

But now…

my youngest son holds my face, in his hands, and says “Listen” with your eyes.

This old mom has a hard time listening.

She forms thoughts and prepares her “next” thing while half listening.

My son is on the autism spectrum which is a bit challenging at times.

But, it’s things like really listening, focusing, on what he’s saying that is important to him.

When he feels your attention is not fully on him and his words he refuses to talk to you.

It hurts.

Me.

He simply walks away and doesn’t give me another chance to listen.

I often wonder if I would even be this aware of my listening habits if it weren’t for his autism?

Stop.

181 Words.

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Loving this post. It’s difficult to stay calm under stress, but some people do. This is a reminder to myself that just because something doesn’t go as I planned, it’s no reason to stress and act out.
Who are you under stress?

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 stress,

Who are you?  We all have ideas about who we are.  Others have ideas about who we are.  But there is nothing like stressful situations to bring out the real you.  Then, who are you, under stress?

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