Five Minute Friday – Write
(Disclaimer to my readers – Today I link up with fellow writers. This is a challenge. A group to join. A prompting by another woman I like to just.sit.down. every Friday and write for only five minutes. That’s it.
Which is roughly how long it takes for me to write my normal first sentence. Ahem. So, lest some of you start dancing joyfully with glee that my post is shorter – it is advised that thy shouldn’t get thyself used to it. In Jesus’ Name.) READ MORE HERE.
Do I do this whole writing thing well?
I know I don’t do it good.
Because, to say I do it ‘good’ would be bad writing.
Oh wait, it would be poor writing.
Here’s the deal. I’ve never been a ‘good’ writer…but, I’ve always loved to write. To me, writing is like talking, and oh sweet baby Jesus, how I love to talk.
Go. Write My words in your unique voice. Write it – tell them My story – our story. Then sit back and watch what I will do with it. Give Me the glory. I love you.
God said that to me once. Not like via txt message or loud speaker
that sure would be easier, Jesus. Just sayin’ but in my spirit – He told me to write.
I wouldn’t go back to teach.
I would write. I feel so close to Him when I do. It’s almost like my own little miracle every single time.
But, lately I haven’t had time to eat/sit/think
/bathe, much less write.
I haven’t made time to write. I’ve made time to sit comatose in front of the TV. I’ve made time to sleep the extra
blessed, beloved, precious fourteen minutes. I’ve made the time for other things…just not to write.
I guess I’ve always felt that this blog should be as researched and profound as possible. Every time. 1,500 words minimum of my irony and His Truth. Every time. It’s funny how much extra time you have to research and pray and seek Him when you are lying flat on your coach all day every day for weeks and months on end.
But, now, for reasons only He fully knows, He has chosen to heal me and set me feet firm on the ground. He was given me the most precious gift of all through this couch time – His blessed gift of perspective.
About what really matters.
Holding his hand.
Hearing his giggle.
Watching her sleep.
Serving this young man.
Acknowledging this older woman.
His kingdom is here.
His purpose is now.
His words are in me.
I just have to sit. down. and.