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5 Minute Friday ~ Grace

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Grace.

It’s time. It really time my friend, my sister. Time to give yourself grace. To bless yourself, to love yourself, to accept yourself  – to receive this precious gift of grace. That gift that offers hope to a wounded, hurting soul. That moment when nothing else can satisfy your heart than the touch that comes from the Master’s very own Hand.

Grace.

A touch, a smile, a common tear shed. It is the balm of a gift that wraps you up in it’s embrace. Comfortable, pleasurable, warm. Inviting you to sit in the light of His Presence and wait. Soaking in the grace as the waves of His love wash over you. Gently pulling away your self defeating thoughts and allowing His grace to cover you and complete you.

It comes at times we don’t think we deserve it, when we want to walk away from it and deny it. Maybe we want to offer it others but not accept it for ourselves. We share it with our friends, our sisters, our children – it’s time, long past time, we give it to ourselves.

Grace.

My friend, it’s time you receive. Receive His grace, drink from His cup. Be filled. Let His grace fill you to overflowing.

This post is part of Five Minute Friday’s, a five minute weekly reflection on a word prompt. No edits, no do overs, just write.  “No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”
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5 Minute Friday ~ Laundry

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Laundry –

Piles and piles of it everywhere. Faded jeans, worn shirts and sweaters we are so comfortable in. Laundry. It’s often scattered about our rooms, thrown on the floor or tossed in our beds.  Something which is so normal, routine, is oh, so far from it!

Like our lives, splashed across the screen of time, is the laundry spewn about. Used, discarded, worn and downright dirty.

Yes, aren’t we?

So full of dirt and grime even the toughest bleach can’t eliminate the stain. Our hearts, filled with doubts, our minds, filled with thoughts and our bodies racked with pain.

Used, discarded…worn.

It’s these scattered about hearts and lives that our Savior came for, is it not? To not just clean and stack our laundry, but purify our the deepest crevices of our hearts so that the laundry can sit, thrown about, but no longer worn. Like newly purchased fabric, are our hearts washed anew with the rhythm of His own cycle.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

In Him you are clean.

This post is part of Five Minute Friday’s, a five minute weekly reflection on a word prompt. No edits, no do overs, just write.  “No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”

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5 Minute Friday ~ Write

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Write.

I learned this about myself, I like to write. Do I consider myself a writer? No. But oh how I love to ponder the thoughts that flow through my mind and the heart of myself, but also my God.

That’s why I write.

I write to make sense, discern, decipher and meditate on who I am in light of who He is. To unravel His mysteries and in doing so, claim my own heritage. To walk in who I am, and who I was created to be from the very beginning.

When I write, I am finding my voice.

Not your voice, or the wives voice, or the daughter’s voice, the sister’s voice. My voice. This place deep inside of me opens up and words tumble out. Like the pen flowing across the page, the ink staining my hands are the imprints of words upon my heart. They tug, the dig, the uncover and they teach.

Oh how they teach me. About… me.

That’s the wonderful thing about writing, you tell a story or you uncover one as you go. I don’t mind grabbing ahold of the pen, as He writes my story.

I hold the pen, He writes. I yield, and peace reigns.

This post is part of Five Minute Friday’s, a five minute weekly reflection on a word prompt. No edits, no do overs, just write.  “No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”

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5 Minute Friday ~ True

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True.

Really? That’s my immediate thought. How can I write about what’s true when I look around my life asking myself the same question. Just what is true?

All is quiet, my mind comes up empty. For I don’t see truth, only deception.

Hidden faces, hearts shielded in. We walk, we talk, we pretend through this very life we live. Saying the right things, doing the things and even trying… to be true.

All I can cling to, all I know to be true, is what is being revealed to me by my Creator God. He is true.

He is love. Holy. Kind. Peace. Joy. Mercy. Sacrifice. Forgiveness. Hope.

He is true.

The very things I try to “be,” He is. The very ways I yearn to serve. He is. The very ways I desire to praise. He is.

All else won’t stand, doesn’t hold up, won’t last, crumbles as He whispers.

He is true.

This post is part of Five Minute Friday’s, a five minute weekly reflection on a word prompt. No edits, no do overs, just write.  “No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”

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