Five Minute Friday: Lost

It’s Friday. We write.  5 minutes. That is all. There’s a whole group of us that write.

Today’s prompt:


Lost and found. Forever lost. Forever found. 

Lost is a black hole in my mind. Lost love, lost homes, lost time, lost things, lost memories. They all seem to find themselves down that hole like Alice falling into the White Rabbit’s Hole. Forever falling; never arriving.

I’ve lost more things than I can count. Most of the time things lost are insignificant. However, there are some things that just disappear and no matter how much you look or how long you look or how often you look- they just can’t be found. There’s a sadness attached, a sort of undying hope that one day… perhaps. But no. 

I was like one of those lost things, forever falling, never arriving.  Until. Amazing Grace.

 But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. 1 Corinthians 15:10a



Five Minute Friday: Release

It’s Friday, that 5 minute writing day. I have begun to count the weeks by Fridays- the days we write, spontaneously, deeply, shallowly, eloquently, plainly. We just write what we’re given on one word.

The word this week is:


That old country song is running in my head now- “Please Release Me”. Funny how words pop up memories like that. Things that were pent up and sealed can suddenly surface and take us back to that moment in time in a split second.  We can smile or a tear come to our eye before we send those things back to where they came from. Not a bad thing to walk memory lane a while.

Unless— those things are something we hold onto with iron grips. When that happens, we become slaves to what we are holding; subject to whatever whim those thoughts bring.  But when we release our grip, we open our hand, we say, “It’s always been Yours Lord” we find that we are the thing that is released.

Wherever you find yourself today, whether it’s resisting the toddler independence or the teen-adult leaving the nest, the first sign of gray hair, holding the heavy burden of desire for life to be like it once was, the sorrow when someone is no longer here- He Knows. He will take that burden when we lay it down and we will find sweet release. 

My eyes are ever on the Lord,
    for only he will release my feet from the snare. Psalm 25:15

Five Minute Friday: Hands

Today’s prompt is:


I look down at my hands and wonder. These hands have held thousands of babies, taught mothers how to feed, bathe, clothe their babies for the first time. These hands have cradled, fed, clothed and dressed someone most of my life. They have wiped tears, cleaned and bandaged scrapes. They have administered medications, given injections, assisted with suturing, and written instructions. 

They have written reports, submitted budgets, written policy and procedure manuals, protocol for all kinds of things; and they have written long letters, love notes, reminders, addressed many birthday cards, invites, Christmas cards, and wedding invitations.  

They have also cooked up a mean omelet, perfect pancakes, and the best monster cookies in the world {according to several people}.

They have mopped, dusted, washed clothes and folded, washed dishes, pots and pans and cleaned up after the dog and the cats. They have put together furniture and toys, and played games with children.  

They have turned countless pages on book after book; fairytales, Bible stories, literature, scifi, prayer journals, every page in the Bible, books on accounting, med-surg nursing, pediatrics, how-to books, cook books, and devotional books.

And my hands have done countless other things, some good, some bad. These hands aren’t perfect- they are connected to my heart and mind and go where they tell them. 

But the most important thing these hands have done has been to take my children by the hand and lead them to the safe haven that is Christ alone.

My hands don’t talk but they say a lot by what they’ve done.

And so do yours.

 May the favour of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us –

 yes, establish the work of our hands. Psalm 90:17


Five Minute Friday: Close



That’s the prompt. I usually don’t read Lisa-Jo’s post before I write mine just so I won’t be influenced by greatness.  😉

But, not sure of the usage I thought I’d read a line or two to see if I could figure it out.  She used it in the meaning of proximity. I was actually thinking of the meaning “to shut or end”.

So, onward and upward… I recently closed one season of my life and opened a new season. It happened as quickly and surely as it happens when one reaches the end of a book. The last line is read and  “The End” pops up and voila, you’re done.  Book closed.

The season where I was employed, working full time, in a place of authority and responsibility closed abruptly when I made the decision to retire. Most of the people contributing here are still in the babes in diapers season of their lives. And, that’s ok. But I’m past that except as a grandmother. 

Retirement involved a lot of closing. Closing my desk, my office, my email account, and my professional address with professional organizations among other things.

Now, some of that may seem like a sad or glad experience depending on perspective. But, what I’ve found is that when one season closes another opens. We all know this but to experience it, say, like an empty nest when the last birdie flies, there’s a tangibly felt door closing on our faces. 

 I have found that close is a good thing. A completion. A finish. An end. 

And a beginning!

…being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:6

I’m adding my 5 minutes to all those who write for the same 5 minutes at Lisa-Jo Baker’s.


Five Minute Friday: Break

Today Lisa-Jo Baker is taking a break. We continue to write, and the subject this week is:


I unwrapped some articles that had been in storage this week. One box was from my husband’s mother’s things when we cleared out the assisted living apartment she had spent her last years in. The boxes weren’t marked; I had no idea what was in them. I popped open the first one, and began unwrapping glass after glass- her everyday tea glasses. Surprisingly, none were broken. As I continued, there were sounds of glass as some of the wrapping paper shifted-breakage. I slowly unwrapped the next item and found one of her special occasion glasses- broken. In all there were 4 broken. She would have been sad to see her things dumped into a box and taped up and thrown into storage only to have them retrieved and found damaged. 
That is what we all are, once revealed, broken.
Until God.
He comes into our lives and repairs the breaks. He sands down the sharp edges, finds the missing pieces, glues back our hearts, cleans us and makes us useful. We can still see the evidence of His mending- the trailing line back to our past, the faint sign of a chip off the edge. But, once we are whole we have purpose and can be used as we were designed to be used. 
“For it is God who acts in you to will and  to act in order to fill his good purpose.” Philippians 2:13


Five Minute Friday: Writer


It’s FMF. Today’s writing prompt is: Writer

I’ve not done this in a while- write. Not because of a block, or getting lost in the words and unable to find a clear path. Just a season not of writing, but of gathering. Being a writer also means being a gatherer of words. These letters strung together that bring meaning into our lives.

If you think about it, words are really the most important gift of all. Words have power –to comfort, to kill, to raise up, to lay waste. How we use the words we gather along the path we are on determines how we get on with the world.

A writer’s gift to the world is to share that particular string of letters that, in a moment of clarity, have taken on meaning-enough that it is impossible not to share.  If something becomes paramount to your life you share it with all you know. If the way you share it is in the written word, you are a writer.