Linking up with Lisa-Jo for another Five Minute Friday post. I love these posts! She gives one word and we set a timer and write for 5 minutes. No edits, just words from the soul.
Todays word: Beloved.
Ready, Set. Go.
Bare feet. Dark hair. Beautiful eyes.
Bare feet running on grass, jumping over bushes, sliding on tile sidewalks.
Little boys with their shaved heads, Little girls with their dark hair up in several pony tails, adding little bows and clips.
Eyes that laugh. Eyes that feel hurt. Eyes that see where they are and wonder if they are loved. Eyes that cry. Eyes that love.
I wanted to scoop them up and tell them "You are loved! You are so important! I am proud of you! I know you will do great things one day! Don't give up, little one, you are LOVED!"
Though we didn't speak the same language, we did speak the same language. The language of the heart. With hugs and smiles and I scooped them up and tickled them until they couldn't help but explode with laughter. Played games and held hands. Chalk drawings on cement and dancing in the moonlight.
My feet bare, just like theirs.
My dark hair braided and up in lots of little ponytails, just like theirs.
My eyes shining with smiles and laughter, tears and hope. Eyes that look where I am and wonder if I am wanted and loved.
That's when I feel Him bend low to scoop me up and tell me "You are loved! You are so
important! I am proud of you! I know you will do great things one
day! Don't give up, little one, you are LOVED!"
Stop.
Thanks for stopping by today. I hope you take 5 minutes to write today, too.
-Tiff
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Friday, February 15, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Five Minute Friday: Bare
Welcome to Five Minute Friday. Where we sit down and write for five minutes. There is only one rule: No edits! :) Write and let it be.
Today's prompt: Bare.
Ready. Set. Go.
Sometimes writing is like therapy. It's necessary and healing and calming. Other times it's like baring you soul to the world and standing helpless and afraid as they judge you.
I bare my soul with my mouth and with my actions, but I'm affected much more when I bare myself with words in print. When the words are spoken and the actions made, it then becomes a memory, shared only with those involved. When the words are on paper, shared and left for all to see, it becomes a courageous thing.
And though sometimes it's scary and unsure, there are beautiful times when words left with ink encourage and inspire. That is my wish as I write. That each sentence, word and letter will bring life and lift up those that read it.
Stop.
Your turn! Write for 5 minutes and link up with Lisa-Jo.
Hugs to you,
Tiff
Today's prompt: Bare.
Ready. Set. Go.
Sometimes writing is like therapy. It's necessary and healing and calming. Other times it's like baring you soul to the world and standing helpless and afraid as they judge you.
I bare my soul with my mouth and with my actions, but I'm affected much more when I bare myself with words in print. When the words are spoken and the actions made, it then becomes a memory, shared only with those involved. When the words are on paper, shared and left for all to see, it becomes a courageous thing.
And though sometimes it's scary and unsure, there are beautiful times when words left with ink encourage and inspire. That is my wish as I write. That each sentence, word and letter will bring life and lift up those that read it.
Stop.
Your turn! Write for 5 minutes and link up with Lisa-Jo.
Hugs to you,
Tiff
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Five Minute Friday: Again.
I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo. She calls it "Five Minute Friday" and we just write...without worrying if it’s just right or not.
For only five crazy minutes we write with no reserve. No edits. It's awesome. You should try it.
Today's topic: Again.
Ready? Set? Go.
Every once in a while I find myself in this place. A place of decision making. A task that only I am responsible for, as it pertains to my life and the course of it's future.
Advice is offered from my closest confidants. I soak it in. But again, I am back to the place where I have to choose the path I will take. I have to make the choice.
And again I go to the One who can help me. The only place of solace in this crazy world. The One who gives truth and peace to all who ask.
My answers don't always come in an instant. Often, they take time. Again I am reminded that sometimes the best lessons come while you wait.
Stop.
For only five crazy minutes we write with no reserve. No edits. It's awesome. You should try it.
Today's topic: Again.
Ready? Set? Go.
Every once in a while I find myself in this place. A place of decision making. A task that only I am responsible for, as it pertains to my life and the course of it's future.
Advice is offered from my closest confidants. I soak it in. But again, I am back to the place where I have to choose the path I will take. I have to make the choice.
And again I go to the One who can help me. The only place of solace in this crazy world. The One who gives truth and peace to all who ask.
My answers don't always come in an instant. Often, they take time. Again I am reminded that sometimes the best lessons come while you wait.
Stop.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Five Minute Friday: Grit
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. And link up with Lisa-Jo.
We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.
On Fridays we write like we believe we can fly. Won’t you join us? (<—Tweet this!) Today's word: Grit. Ready? Set. Go.
Years ago, When I was a junior in highschool some of my friends joined Winterguard. They handed me a flyer with the audition times and tried to get me to audition with them but I said no...I didn't really want to be in Winterguard. I put it in my backpack and forgot about it.
Later, I was talking about it to someone. I was halfway through telling them that my friends thought I should join when the person looked at me and said I would never be able to do it.
That was all it took for me to show up at the audition and prove them wrong. I practiced hard and made the team.
There were days when I wanted to quit. The thought that I would "never be able to do this" would find it's way to my mind often. But I didn't give up.
It takes courage to keep going when you feel like you can't. It's firmness of character, relentless spirit and determination.
In these situations you have the grit and determination you need to persevere. Look deep inside yourself, it's there.
Stop.
We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.
On Fridays we write like we believe we can fly. Won’t you join us? (<—Tweet this!) Today's word: Grit. Ready? Set. Go.
Years ago, When I was a junior in highschool some of my friends joined Winterguard. They handed me a flyer with the audition times and tried to get me to audition with them but I said no...I didn't really want to be in Winterguard. I put it in my backpack and forgot about it.
Later, I was talking about it to someone. I was halfway through telling them that my friends thought I should join when the person looked at me and said I would never be able to do it.
That was all it took for me to show up at the audition and prove them wrong. I practiced hard and made the team.
There were days when I wanted to quit. The thought that I would "never be able to do this" would find it's way to my mind often. But I didn't give up.
It takes courage to keep going when you feel like you can't. It's firmness of character, relentless spirit and determination.
In these situations you have the grit and determination you need to persevere. Look deep inside yourself, it's there.
Stop.
Five Minute Friday: Awake
I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo. She calls it "Five Minute Friday" and we just write...without worrying if it’s just right or not.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. We let our mind and our words and our heart fly free; wild – no editing, no over thinking.
Today's topic: Awake.
Ready? Set? Go.
In the winter snow covers the ground in a blanket of white as the earth sleeps. Quietly waiting for the light and breath of spring.
I look out my bedroom window almost every morning to see the sky as the sun comes up, bold and beautiful. Wondering what the day will hold, what I will do, think and feel.
Not so long ago my soul was awakened by a trip to Thailand and the opportunity to serve others instead of myself.
Loving kids at an orphanage and separation from all things familiar forced my soul awake, no longer sleeping under the blanket of white.
After that trip so many things in me were forever changed. I look out the window as snow quietly falls...
Stop.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. We let our mind and our words and our heart fly free; wild – no editing, no over thinking.
Today's topic: Awake.
Ready? Set? Go.
In the winter snow covers the ground in a blanket of white as the earth sleeps. Quietly waiting for the light and breath of spring.
I look out my bedroom window almost every morning to see the sky as the sun comes up, bold and beautiful. Wondering what the day will hold, what I will do, think and feel.
Not so long ago my soul was awakened by a trip to Thailand and the opportunity to serve others instead of myself.
Loving kids at an orphanage and separation from all things familiar forced my soul awake, no longer sleeping under the blanket of white.
After that trip so many things in me were forever changed. I look out the window as snow quietly falls...
Stop.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Five Minute Friday: Roar
Written Friday, January 6th, 2012
The first Friday of the new year. I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo. She calls it "Five Minute Friday" and we just write...without worrying if it’s just right or not.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. We let our mind and our words and our heart fly free; wild – no editing, no over thinking.
Today's topic: Roar.
Ready? Set? Go.
I haven never touched a lion's mane or sat next to one. I have never been face to face with a lion and listen to it roar. But I have been that close to a tiger! When I was in Thailand I visited "Tiger Kingdom" where they have tigers of all different ages in huge cages. The cages are so big...when you step inside you don't feel like you are even in a cage. It was like they each had their own little jungle.
We would walk right up to the door of the cage and they would let me walk right in. With only a Thai guide holding a tiny bamboo stick as protection. Yes, you read that correctly, I walked into a cage that was home to a real, live tiger with nothing for protection except an Asian guide holding a stick.
They let you pet the tigers and lay on them and take pictures. I've always loved tigers. They look so mysterious and majestic and beautiful, I was so excited to see one up close. I was with a small group and I was the last one to walk up to the tiger. He was sitting there so peaceful and quiet.
I walked up behind him and all of a sudden I was really nervous. I began thinking "What if this tiger freaks out and attacks me?" I looked around the cage trying to make a plan of escape...just in case. I took a deep breath and inched closer and knelt down behind him. Now I was scared out of my mind! "What was I thinking?" "Why am I sitting next to a TIGER?!"
Everyone was looking at me and taking my picture and telling me to pet the tiger and lay my head down on him. But I just couldn't. The thoughts just kept raging in my mind. "What if... What if... What if..."
So what did I do sitting next to that tiger? I prayed for protection. And then I reached out my hand to do the thing I was most afraid of in that moment. After a few minutes the tiger whipped his tail up and smacked me in the face with it! I was frozen as I felt the sting on my face. What do I do now? I looked over at the Thai guide. He just laughed. The tiger wanted to play!
It's like that a lot in life. We begin adventures with excitement and soon we let fear slip in and it can paralyze us so much that we forget what we were doing in the first place. No roar, just fear.
Lift up your fears to God. He can handle it. And He can give you peace while He helps you work through it and move past it. He created us to do so many things...not to walk around paralyzed by fear.
Stop.
Thanks for spending five minutes with me today.
-Tiff
The first Friday of the new year. I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo. She calls it "Five Minute Friday" and we just write...without worrying if it’s just right or not.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. We let our mind and our words and our heart fly free; wild – no editing, no over thinking.
Today's topic: Roar.
Ready? Set? Go.
I haven never touched a lion's mane or sat next to one. I have never been face to face with a lion and listen to it roar. But I have been that close to a tiger! When I was in Thailand I visited "Tiger Kingdom" where they have tigers of all different ages in huge cages. The cages are so big...when you step inside you don't feel like you are even in a cage. It was like they each had their own little jungle.
We would walk right up to the door of the cage and they would let me walk right in. With only a Thai guide holding a tiny bamboo stick as protection. Yes, you read that correctly, I walked into a cage that was home to a real, live tiger with nothing for protection except an Asian guide holding a stick.
They let you pet the tigers and lay on them and take pictures. I've always loved tigers. They look so mysterious and majestic and beautiful, I was so excited to see one up close. I was with a small group and I was the last one to walk up to the tiger. He was sitting there so peaceful and quiet.
I walked up behind him and all of a sudden I was really nervous. I began thinking "What if this tiger freaks out and attacks me?" I looked around the cage trying to make a plan of escape...just in case. I took a deep breath and inched closer and knelt down behind him. Now I was scared out of my mind! "What was I thinking?" "Why am I sitting next to a TIGER?!"
Everyone was looking at me and taking my picture and telling me to pet the tiger and lay my head down on him. But I just couldn't. The thoughts just kept raging in my mind. "What if... What if... What if..."
So what did I do sitting next to that tiger? I prayed for protection. And then I reached out my hand to do the thing I was most afraid of in that moment. After a few minutes the tiger whipped his tail up and smacked me in the face with it! I was frozen as I felt the sting on my face. What do I do now? I looked over at the Thai guide. He just laughed. The tiger wanted to play!
It's like that a lot in life. We begin adventures with excitement and soon we let fear slip in and it can paralyze us so much that we forget what we were doing in the first place. No roar, just fear.
Lift up your fears to God. He can handle it. And He can give you peace while He helps you work through it and move past it. He created us to do so many things...not to walk around paralyzed by fear.
Stop.
Thanks for spending five minutes with me today.
-Tiff
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