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

Temptation rears
it’s ugly head
when plans don’t stay in line
My thoughts
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

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,

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,

Beneath the Robes

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: BARE

Ready. Set.

Beneath the Robes

We gather together,
not all scholars,
or teachers of the law,
yet we come with our layers,
our robes,
tied tightly around our waist,
draping down to our feet,
lined up to our necks.

We smile and we shake hands.
We may even allow a hug.
We speak,
yet with a certain caution,
a caution to keep the robe tightly closed,
close to our bodies,
to our hearts,
covering safely everything,
least one another should see.

We raise our hands and we sing our praise.
We come together to call out glory to His name.
And it is truly a beautiful sight to behold.
It is truly a beautiful calling of His Holy Spirit.

Yet we still hold tightly the robes.
We cling to the robes,
the fear, the shame, the suffering, the worrying,
we cling to the robes so no one else can see us,
no one except for Him.

But what if.
Just once.

We threw open our robes,
and lay bare our wounds?

What if.
Just once.

We removed the layers of robes,
and looked at one another,
and saw the journey, the fear, the wondering, the shame,
the guilt, the hope, the struggle?

Would we judge?

Or would we love?

Would we condemn?

Or would we encourage?

Would we see our brothers and sisters bare,
and cover them in prayer?
In Love? In Service?
Would we be the neighbor who stopped,
to bandage their wounds?
And as we bandaged theirs,
felt the relief of another coming to bandage ours?

God’s Love is Enough.
God’s Forgiveness is Enough.
We Love Him First.
Are we truly Loving Each Other second?


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In Love & Faith,