Happy Friday! Time for this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday.
I cherish this exercise. It gives me a chance to shut off the world and focus on a specific word prompt. It gives my mind a chance to ponder the word and send the thoughts cascading through my fingers onto the screen for all to see. But the best part is visiting Kate’s place on Facebook at fiveminutefriday.com by our special community of writers. It’s always exciting — and often informative — to see how my fellow FMF friends develop their thoughts in a variety of different genres. If you get a chance, stop by.
I’ve been sharing snippets taken from Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat. They are a testament to the value of the exercise. This week, I’ll share some perspective from an anonymous writer who I hope inspires you to check us out … and maybe join in?
“I love Five Minute Friday! It stretches me beyond my comfort zone … makes me think quickly and with great focus … no daydreaming while writing for five minutes. It’s all out. Wide open. Challenging!”
This week’s challenge is PACE. The timer is set for five minutes so let’s GO …
You remember the story of the tortoise and the hare, right? Well, our rabbit exploded off the starting line, looked around and noticed he was so far ahead, he could just rest a little. Meanwhile, our turtle was pacing himself … methodically moving forward until he eventually caught up to the sleeping hare, passed him and crossed the finish line.
That’s what pace means … methodically moving forward.
I’m sure Mr. Tortoise had to go around a rock or two along the path, maybe make a decision or two when he came across a fork in the road. But he paced himself. He methodically moved forward.
There’s a lesson in the story for all of us. Unfortunately, often we enter our race with vim and vigor like the hare, be it a personal or spiritual journey. We explode out of the gate. But that exuberance wanes. We slow down. We look around and see we’ve left others in the dust. Eventually, we may even make the fatal mistake of getting too confident in our self and our abilities and make … STOP
… a rest stop. Once we stop, it’s hard to get started again. Next thing you know, we’ve lost our edge, our excitement, our drive.
I’ll try to take my cue from the tortoise. Put one foot in front of the other. Keep my eye on the goal. And methodically move forward.
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Success is on the same road as failure; success is just a little further down the road. — Dr. Jack Hyles
One of those plans included getting my reliable Subaru ready for the trip. I drove down to Massachusetts to have my son give it a once over. What started with a request for an oil change quickly deteriorated as my back brake decided to skip the pad and go directly metal on metal shortly after reaching my Massachusetts destination. Scott gave it a quick go over and decided old Sue might have lost her usefulness. He was kind enough to lend me his car to get back to Maine as he looks at Sue in more depth.
The Divorce
That’s old like in a long time, not in decrepit or feeble. Just old.
The professor then said ok, we will have an experiment in this class on socialism. All grades would be averaged and everyone would receive the same grade so no one would xperimentfail and no one would receive an A.
In discerning how to persevere in this important “race,” we can be distracted by selfish motivations, false comforts and judgmental thoughts. Sin, as Paul says, weighs us down as we make daily decisions, big and small, interfering with the mission God has given us. How easily sin creeps in when I fool myself into thinking I know what I need or, worse, what will solve someone else’s problems. Self-absorption becomes the only reality, a burden that blinds me to the needs of others.
Pray for students and teachers as they begin preparations to start back to school.
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
My wife, however, loved musicals. She went to see West Side Story a number of times when it first hit the big screen in 1961. I skipped the show. When VCRs came to be, one of her first acquisitions was West Side Story and, of course, I was stuck on the couch watching it — or at least pretending to. As VCRs gave way to DVRs, it was again a quick buy and another attempt to get me to watch it with her. I think I fell asleep during the first finger-snapping introduction of the Jets and the Sharks.
Delayed Flight