We’re back. The Five Minute Friday band returns for another year under the guidance of Kate Motaugn after a couple week holiday hiatus. Okay, I’m back my usual day late, but hey, I’m back!
Five Minute Friday is a discipline where independent writers join together to transform thoughts on a specific prompt word from their minds through their fingers onto the screen for five minutes. Then we get together and share our pearls of wisdom {okay, some times they’re swine, but the intention is always good} at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/01/07/five-minute-friday-first-plus-special-deals-a-giveaway/).
Appropriately, the first word of 2016 is FIRST. The timer is set, so we’re ready to GO…
We all remember the firsts in our lives.
Our first real best friend …
Our first crush and/or girl/boy friend …
Our first date …
Our first kiss …
Our first car …
The first movie we saw …
The true love of our life and all the firsts that go along with it…
Our first job …
The first story you wrote {okay, that’s more for the journalists among us}…
Our first apartment …
Our first house …
The birth of your first child …
You get the picture.
But, do you remember the first time you talked to God? Not as a prayer, but as a conversation?
I do. It was the day of my confirmation away back in the late 50s. That conversation set the tone for my life. It gave me Someone to talk to no matter what … the good times {not as often} and especially the rough times {maybe too much}.
As we go through life, we hold onto those “first” memories. We can never re-create them … STOP
… but we can savor them. Memories of our “firsts” will never be taken away from us. They are etched in us as much as our DNA. They become the stepping stones upon which we build our lives. They are the reference point — good or bad — that season our future decisions.
That’s true with that first step of talking with God as well. It evolves into a never-ending relationship. We can — and should — be able to re-create that first conversation at any moment of any given day. The dialogue may be different, but the intensity of that first connection is readily available.
Time to go. I have a special Friend waiting to talk with me.
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Stop telling God how big your storm is. Instead, tell the storm how big your God is!
Good thoughts on prayer. Thank you for that good reminder.
Visiting from FMF
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Glad you enjoyed it.
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This is very good! No, I don’t remember that first. But I remember the last – a few hours ago while blogging. Like when I ask, “Lord, should I make any response to this?.” But, lest I sound too disgustedly pious, I admit to a lot more just regular “my talk” kind of thing. But I surely hope “my talk” reveals some of the characteristics of God. The kind you have demonstrated by putting this blog into my “sphere” today. Thanks. There’s generally a conversation goes on in my head, Often his words in song. Right now, “And when comes the ending of day, welcome home my Savior will say; Oh, the joy, real joy in serving the Lord.” some lines from the middle of a song. I’m not sure about the title. Do you know it? He is amazing!
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Don’t recognize the song. Thanks for the comments. Keep talking!
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