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!


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Five Minute Friday :: Favorite

I’m a day late and (as usual) a dollar short.  😉

Last Friday’s Five-Minute Friday challenge was Favorite. I’m still taking the challenge, though it just may be too late to be connected with the wonderful collection that was posted on time.

I can’t start writing about this topic without hearing a song in my head. You probably know the one:

“Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes…”

We all have favorite things, don’t we? I’m not entirely defined by my favorite things, but I am, admittedly, shaped by them. What we love partially determines how we spend our resources (time, money, mental energies, physical efforts), doesn’t it? Getting to know me means being introduced to a variety of experiences. I find my interests are pretty eclectic. But, to boil it all down to a single favorite? (I mean, isn’t that the point of a “favorite” thing? It’s the singular interest, focus, or like that eclipses the rest.)

Well, if I have a favorite thing, then I choose to focus on a relationship. The relationship that is critical to me, the air I breathe if I were to describe it accurately, is my relationship to God. There is no other connection to any living, breathing being or inanimate object that can even compare. It’s simple.

My God, as I know him through Scripture, has made every possible sacrifice for me…even to death on a cross. Who else would give up everything for me? On a good day, someone may choose to sacrifice a few bucks or a few minutes. Someone may choose to call me their favorite person because of a personal connection. Truth is: no one (apart from my husband, I imagine) would die for me. And they don’t have to.

He is my favorite because—I am his favorite! You all can say the same. You’re his favorite, too.

Thanks for reading along!


Five-Minute Friday: Dream

Have you ever heard of Five-Minute Friday? #fmfparty? I stumbled upon a fun group of ladies tonight in my Twitter feed. It was impossible not to notice them all. To be honest, I thought #fmfparty might actually mean “Fill My Feed.” They set me straight.

So, right out of the gate, I start with my first writing prompt. My timer is set. Five minutes, and here we go!


It all started in an old house in the living room. A group of ladies all met with one purpose in mind: to dream. The group was fantastically creative. They made the most interesting bunch. Some were bloggers, book authors, poets, song writers—even non-writers. If I could count the number of times someone said, “I don’t consider myself a writer…”

But, I am a writer. Yes, I edit more often than I have the pleasure of writing sometimes. Truly, I’m a writer at heart. One day someone posed the simple question to me: Do you like to edit more than write? She knew I had a habit of filling my time with things that help me avoid the thing I want most: to write.

My excuse was simply that I had absolutely no time. I had no energy. The real truth was that I was more afraid of my story than anything. If I wrote that….

In a quiet, thin space something happened that changed everything. An idea, a little seed started to germinate. I started to consider the bigger “what if…”

I started to dream!


Have you ever tried a five-minute prompt like this one? If you want to give it a try or read the other writers’ pieces, head over to Kate’s place!

Thanks for reading!