The Lie of the Fight

It’s Friday and I’m joining the flash mob of writers over at Lisa Jo’s for the first FMF of the New Year!

Set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their  comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

The Lie of the Fight

Be strong
Push Back
Take no prisoners
Fight

Temptation rears
it’s ugly head
when plans don’t stay in line
My thoughts
ideas
wants
desires
it’s all about controlling
or being controlled.
Why can’t I see it’s a lie?

Be hard
Be solid
Don’t compromise
I know best
Attitudes they gave me long ago,
but who were they to know best?

Take a moment
a breath
try to calm the racing heart
Tight chest
tight lips
why holding so tightly
why this need to fight?

Look up
cry out
let go of clenched fist
Close my eyes
see His face
ask Him to take it all
What were the words
she said in church?

“not called to fight,
but to stand firm”.

Plant feet
soften chest
trust in Christ
find the line

not backing down and not being hard,

be soft,
embrace weak,
womanness finally set free

helper
submissive
true and nurturing

No longer the fight,
just standing firm in Faith,
and this is where
hardened hearts
now bloom.

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In Love & Faith,
RaZella

Sprinkled Moments

It’s been awhile, so I was excited to feel inspired this morning to participate in Five Minute Friday. Let’s do this!

Five Minute Friday1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Go buck wild with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.

Today’s Word: SMALL

Ready. Set. GO

Sprinkled Moments

It’s so easy to slip into big.
Big feelings. Big thoughts. Big wants. Big complaints.
Big accusations.
Big expectations.
Big disappointments.

It’s easy to slip into big because there could always be more.
More money.
More fame.
More time.
More things.
And in our bigness we think,
More life.

It’s so easy to slip into big,
Big grudges and big judgments.
Big hurts and big pain.
We wrap ourselves in big blankets to hide from the big world.

The great big world where there could not be,
not statistically even one,
who would understand us in our bigness.

Then there are small moments.

The stranger’s hug,
The friend’s gift of coffee,
The tiny smile,
or the tiny nod of acknowledgement.

That moment when you find a letter your grandmother wrote.
Or that moment when you heard your father say “I Love You.”
The moment your mother wrapped you up in her arms and let you cry.
The moment you held your child for the first time,
or the moment you first walked hand in hand with the one you love.

There is the moment you looked up from your work and noticed the brilliant colors painted in the sunset across the sky.
The small moment you offered your help to someone in need
and you still don’t realize you helped change their life.

The moment the pet you loved a lifetime had to say good-bye.
The moment the person you loved a lifetime had to say good-bye.

Tiny hands,
and tiny feet,
and tiny hearts that laugh before they can speak.

And it’s in these small moments,
countless and sprinkled throughout the entire bigness of our lives,
we see how small we are.

The God of our Big Universe,
gives us sprinkled moments.
They help us remember our smallness,
and His greatness.

And He shows us
Big and Small,
Least and Great,
and what they really mean.

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In Love & Faith,
RaZella

FMF: Afraid To

Five Minute FridayFive Minute Friday is here at last!
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing
2. Link back here
3. Go and leave some comment love on the post before yours at least, and many many more if your up for it!

Today’s Word: Afraid

Afraid To

Failure.
The act of making an attempt,
yet not being successful.
The attempt.
Eliminate the attempt
you eliminate the failure.
Or have you only increased the rate of failure?
Is the lack of an attempt
in itself,
Failure?
Yet the attempt is scary.
Especially if you find yourself,
attempting again.

What if it doesn’t work?
What if I can’t succeed?
What if I tell people this thing that I am about to attempt,
and I fail?

And so it comes,
not failure itself,
yet being afraid of failure.

Fear is such a tricky thing.
It catches your breath.
It makes you hesitate.
It causes you to stop so suddenly,
and at times,
For so long,
that it freezes you in place.

Being afraid to try is worse than Failure,
because then we never know,
if we would have failed.

We rob ourselves of growth.
We rob ourselves of learning.
We rob ourselves of Victory.

I am afraid to fail.
I am afraid to try.
I am more afraid to remain frozen in this place,
until I look up to see that time has completely passed me by.

So I’ll reach out to take a hand.
My husband’s.
A friend’s.
My Savior’s.

I will turn away from this place of fear,
I will take the first tentative step,
and I will try.
And maybe,
I will fail.
At first.
At second.
At third.

Yet fear,
being afraid,
will not stop me from Victory.

STOP

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In Love & Faith,
RaZella