Five Minute Friday: Alive

Life is a funny thing. When it begins, it feels like a dream. The days are rather nondescript. Oh, there are the big, memorable moments every so often, but the majority of my life story is pretty bland in the early years.

I ate, slept, played, and laughed, but it didn’t feel very much alive.

Then a funny thing happens. The teen years are quite the roller coaster! Drama, drama, and more drama. You’d think this is what it meant to be alive, but no.

I chose the perfect outfit, worked hard for “good hair,” and played competitive sports. That wasn’t being alive—that’s what it meant to be all about me.

Graduation. Work life. Crazy-busy adult life begins. That should be “really living,” right?

I made all my own choices—my job, my home, my husband, my child, and a dog. Did I ever learn what it meant to be alive?

No, when I learned what being really alive was, I was shocked.

coloredpencilsOne day I picked up colored pencils (when I had no skill or inclination). I ventured into the world of art when I’d always told myself and everyone else, “I don’t draw.” I borrowed someone’s paper, pencils, and brave. That’s when it started.

When I asked God if he would sit with me while I was drawing—then I knew what it meant to be ALIVE!


Thanks for reading my Five Minute Friday post! Read the other Alive posts here!


9 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: Alive

  1. Great post! It is so easy just to drift through life without really living it. It’s important to discover what makes us really feel alive and what helps us connect with God.


  2. Beth

    Took me a moment to realize that this was your story, Jen – a story I have shared with quite a few over the last few years😊 Thank you for sharing in such s beautifully inspiring way 😘

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