Five Minute Friday. It’s an exercise where over 100 of us gather at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2016/02/11/five-minute-friday-limit/) to share our meager thoughts on a common prompt word.

I’ve been involved with Five Minute Friday for a few years and I have to tell you, it’s become more than an exercise. Although I rarely make the Friday post, I feel a responsibility to contribute. It’s almost like a school assignment. And no one wants a zero or incomplete.

In the past when circumstance prevented me from completing a prompt response, I felt it necessary to backtrack a few days — or even weeks — when I was again able to take five {or 10 or 15 or whatever} minutes and write from the mind and heart.

This is one of those weeks. Fighting a head cold with extra work demands, doctor appointments and … well … life, Friday skipped by {not unusual} and Saturday skipped by. Because of the frigid wind-whipped weather, church services were cancelled so I find myself with an “extra” hour or so. I suppose I could have invested into more “reflective” thoughts, but how much closer can you get to God than allowing His (God-given) thoughts to resonate through the (God-given) fingers to the page.

So. Let’s tackle this week’s prompt … LIMIT. The timer is set so let’s GO …

I always told my children the world had no limits. The only limit they had was dictated by them … if they believed they could.

I still believe that, but as I age I realize there are physical limits we all possess. If, for example, I tried to run a 5K race, they would be scraping me off the pavement at the .1K mark. If I didn’t collapse, my foot certainly would have dropped me to the pavement.

But it doesn’t mean my mind is limited by my limitations. I can dream. I can visualize. I can imagine. I can remember. I can look forward.

This flooded to mind this morning when I happened to catch a commercial for a flea market find show … you know where people find junk and turn it into treasure. My wife was like that. I can’t tell you the number of times she had me pull over to a garbage heap to retrieve something she saw in her mind’s eye. Our house is replete with knicks and knacks someone else thought was trash but she insisted was treasure.

STOP …

… I suspect we’re a lot like that, except we think we’re trash and God sees the treasure. We like to kick ourselves to the curb … too fat … not pretty enough … too flighty … too sarcastic … the list goes on and on. Yet, God reaches into the pile and plucks us out. He gives us the energy … the self-worth … the vision. He gives us a reason to believe, not only in Him but, more important, in ourselves by adding a little “less” — you read that right — to our lives.

And that transforms limit to limitless!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Don’t mistake hard work for perfection.