SPEAK: Five Minute Friday

This post comes to you from the once-four-year-old flower girl who chatted her way down the aisle with the handsome ring bearer—totally forgetting to drop the rose petals.   The same little girl who, as a first grader, received her very first report card: all As—except for a B in conduct. Talks too much. She also received very clear instructions from her parents that that would never happen again!   If you have a suspicion that (five decades later) the now grown woman has had a lifelong love-hate relationship with her mouth, you would be correct.   So when I saw the word prompt for today’s Five Minute Friday—SPEAK—my mind virtually exploded in a million different directions. When I sit down to free-write for ... Keep Reading...

PLACE: Five Minute Friday

It's Friday! Happy weekend to all. :-)   Once again I'm participating in Five Minute Friday—a free-writing exercise to see where the mind takes me . . . and then linking it up with other courageous souls. You'd think this week's word would take me in a different direction, considering the name of this blog. But it didn't.     START   For some reason, when I think of “placing” something, it comes with a sense of intentionality, gentleness, perhaps even reverence.   Place a ring on a bride’s (or groom’s) finger   Place a kiss on the forehead of a sleeping baby.   Place a blanket over a squirming toddler.   Place a bulb in the garden—with hope of beauty in the ... Keep Reading...

Seriously, God . . . WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

It was an unexpected question—and one for which I had no immediate answer. Interestingly, the question referred to my quiet time with God.   When you're not in "agenda" / get-things-done mode, how does the conversation go?   Hmmm . . .   You mean when I'm not asking God for something—or checking off a list of praises? When I'm *trying* to be still . . . but my mind is anything but?   How does the conversation go THEN?   If I'm not talking, am I listening?   And if God's not saying anything, what am I doing?   And then it came to mind . . . ... Keep Reading...