Time for Five Minute Friday. You know what that means. I’ll write for five focused minutes on a specific prompt, then get together and share with my fellow writers at Kate’s spot on Facebook at fiveminutefriday.com.
To entice you to check us out, I’ve also been sharing some of the experiences my fellow writers have shared as chronicled in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat. This week, I’ll include the words contributed by Karrilee. I hope her words inspire you to join our writing club.
“I had been blogging for years, unaware that there was community available for writers like me. I started way back before blogging was a ‘thing’ and in the olden days it was lonely work. But in 2012, after God called me to be more consistent with my writing, I stumbled upon Five Minute Friday and immediately fell in love. Kindred hearts … sisters, friends, fellow word lovers who knew what it meant to hit publish and to doubt … who traded secrets, and prayer requests, and belly laughter and more than a few recipes. A tribe of writers who longed for community an inspiration, for freedom and authenticity. I had no idea how much I needed them until I found them and now? Well — now, almost every Thursday night I can be found tweeting and chatting over on Twitter for the #fmfparty as we wait for the One Word Prompt. It’s a community who loves fierce, lives brave, and writes truth — in five minutes(ish) flat! It’s my favorite online community (and if you know me, you know that is saying something!) and one of the things I love the most is how, truly, everyone is welcome. There is no need to walk this bloggy world alone!”
There you go. The prompt this week is DIRECTION and the timer is set so it is time to GO…
I know a lot about direction. During this trip, I was constantly keyed into the direction I was going — north, east, south, west. It made a difference. If I knew I was supposed to be heading south for example, it was good to know the compass wasn’t pointing north.
That’s the simplistic answer. There is another more important direction to keep an eye on — up or down.
I often sign off posts or messages with the phrase, “Keep looking Up.” It’s important for me. I not only do it as a tagline, but also as a reminded for both myself and whomever I’m writing for. Simply stated, Up is God and heaven and Jesus in the sky and down is, well, you get the picture.
Throughout our lives we should be focused on both our horizontal direction AND our vertical direction. Actually, that’s reversed. Our vertical direction dictates our horizontal direction. You can’t be looking Up and … STOP
… and take wrong turns. Our God has the road mapped out, maybe with a detour here or there, but mapped out nonetheless. Conversely, you and I certainly can find the road that shouldn’t be traveled when we don’t. look Up.
So, my friends. This week, Keep looking Up!
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: I am not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions. — Stephen Covey
Now all this is, really, just a personal choice. And I bring it up because during my travels, I discovered neither my middle son nor my oldest son owned a toaster. Whaaat!
I realized my older son didn’t have a toaster when I arrived in Kentucky a few weeks back but just dealt with it. Since he doesn’t toast much of anything, when his roommates moved out they took the toaster and he just never replaced it. As I backtracked my route, I decided to buy one for him.
The Haircut
One of the issues I’ve been facing is the legacy I will leave behind. I like to think it will be positive, as reflected in my writing and outreach. Whenever I pen a blog post … or share a message on social media as I do daily … or offer messages of hope {and sometimes with sarcastic humor} to family and friends, I try to focus on the positives and encourage all to look Up. I try to be the conduit and soften hearts to be receptive to the love of the God I know.
My oldest, Joe Jr., has been sharing messages of hope, motivation, and daily inspiration on
Just yesterday, my daughter Deanna launched a new
“You see, there is truth to the ripple effect. When someone experiences joy or feels hope or is energized by an interaction with me, they are changed, if even in a miniscule way. Those experiences then alter the course of their next steps. It is more difficult to be rude when someone has just shown kindness. We tend to encourage when we have been encouraged. When others are generous, we follow their lead. It is the ripple effect and it is magical in a way.
I’m in … and I challenge all you to join in as well. I’m also so thrilled because it was Dee who introduced me to the blog world. Well, actually, after years … and years … and years of procrastination, she set up my blog site.
A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants. The race began. No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as: “Oh, WAY too difficult!” “They will NEVER make it to the top.” “Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!”
It turned out that the winner was DEAF!
A gift of the scriptures is it provide lenses through which we see and interpret our lives and circumstances. The familiar, valued story of the magi traveling from their home country (perhaps Babylon) is a many-layered account that opens our eyes to the opportunities and challenges of our own time.
May we follow the model of the magi in our own interfaith encounters.
What is one of the most important things we should do as Christians? Praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end, keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints (Ephesians 6:18).
We come to You, Lord, because prayer is the least yet the greatest thing we can do for each other. When two or more are gathered in Your name, we confidently know You are with us. What better company can we have? You reign and we trust You! We may be broken and battered but know You heal and quiet the soul. You are the source for all that happens in our lives. We thank You for the progress being made. We thank You for the many blessings we have received this week — some we unfortunately didn’t notice. Nonetheless, those blessings are ever-present in our lives. We thank You for healing. We thank You for slowing us down. We thank You for providing us our daily needs — no more and no less. We thank You for being with us, listening to us, walking with us on this journey. We thank You for the support of our family and friends … for seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary — sunrises, sunsets, flowers, kids laughing, adventures, good news amid the bad news. We know we can come to You with our concerns and they will be heard. Through Christ all things are possible. We lift up those family members and friends who are battling various physical, emotional, financial, career or spiritual issues and ask not for Your guidance and healing (although that would be welcomed) but to keep reminding us we are not alone in our battles. Specifically we lift up Joe, Christy, Paul, Mike, and all those needing Your healing and guiding touch. We pray for the families of all those You have called home. We grieve … You celebrate. We pray for obedience to Your Will so Your “Son” Light shines through us through the power of the Spirit. And we come to You through the confidence of the words taught by Your Son Jesus. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
If I’m honest, I haven’t really been thinking words. I’ve been busy soaking in the family and family activities. I’ve been making memories … not necessarily sharing them.
I’ve said it before but it is worth repeating, especially on this promptless Friday. My centering place is the ocean. It doesn’t matter. I’ve seen the Atlantic displaying her magic in Maine, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Maryland, South Carolina, and Florida. I’ve seen gentle waves and angry waves and I’ve challenged them a time or two over the years. I’ve sat on the wet sand for hours and for just minutes. I am constantly reminded of Who is control — dictating to the waves just how far to roll onshore. I am humbled and realize I’m just a speck of sand standing on the sand, yet God still somehow loves me. I shut down my mind and just listen … to the gulls, to the waves, to the voice of God. Always I leave the seashore re-energized.
I’m pretty sure I won’t be moving in with any of my children. They have lives — and they don’t need me hanging around. I’m quite capable of entertaining myself.
Knowing I do have an annual, routine doctor’s appointment in Maine mid-month, I decided the next leg of the journey will be reversing my trip in smaller chunks. Thus I’ll stay here in South Carolina for a few more days, then head to Kentucky, Ohio — with a detour to Indiana for a night — New York, and Massachusetts. That will set me up for an overnight trip to Maine.
New Year’s Wishes
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: When we surround ourselves with people who bring out our playful, child-like selves, we can laugh and love with abandon. – Beth Frates