Five Minute Friday:: World

Before the blue-green sphere of the world titled on its axis.

Before the Word was spoken and the world created out of nothing.

As Wisdom stood by and watched and the Spirit hovered over the waters, God saw His work and said, “It is good.”


Before the world, before the foundation of the world, He actually chose you, picked you out, set you apart as His own.He foreordained your adoption before anything. Before the world, He thought of you. He had already chosen to form you in your mother’s womb.

He saw you.

He numbered your days.

He created you, lovely, beautiful, adored one to be a sibling of Christ, The King, the Word made flesh who came into the world, leaving His throne to sacrifice Himself for you.


Even as [in His love] He chose us [actually picked us out for Himself as His own] in Christ before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy (consecrated and set apart for Him) and blameless in His sight, even above reproach, before Him in love.

For He foreordained us (destined us, planned in love for us) to be adopted (revealed) as His own children through Jesus Christ, in accordance with the purpose of His will [[a]because it pleased Him and was His kind intent]— Ephesians 1:4,5

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Five Minute Friday:: Gift

Hi, thanks for joining me, the Series “Five Things Your Adopted Children Would Like to Tell You” will be back on Monday. If you missed the introduction, you can find it here. Last month, our focus was PLAY and ways to play or use home therapy for free. We’ll have more posts on that in the future, but the theme for the month of June is “Adoption.” Just hitting the pause button here for  Five Minute Friday15881341055_31e56506c3_oMY mother- in -law ins having a lengthy surgery today, correcting a  complication from a previous surgery. My sister is struggling. I am feeling a bit out of sorts and when I feel like this, I just want to give up. this weeks prompt made me stop and think. I have been recording gifts, my thankful list, a habit I started the first time I read Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts and read it again. And I keep listing gifts. As I pray for those I love, I think on those gifts.

  • Watching my son battle it out with  Nerf swords in the front yard with a friend and a brother
  • Sitting by the campfire alone, all leaned back watching the trees sway in the breeze
  • Talking on the back deck with a family fostering to adopt and laughing ( even though the wait is long and they are jumping through fiery hoops)
  • talking to my brother states away and knowing he is concerned and wants to help


Knowing ultimately that God has my best interest at heart and he is in control. he is waiting for me to open the gifts he has already given. He is longing for me to come into His presence.

18 And therefore the Lord [earnestly] waits [expecting, looking, and longing] to be gracious to you; and therefore He lifts Himself up, that He may have mercy on you and show loving-kindness to you. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) are all those who [earnestly] wait for Him, who expect and look and long for Him [for His victory, His favor, His love, His peace, His joy, and His matchless, unbroken companionship] Isaiah 30: 16


Five Minute Friday:: Visit

Five Minute Friday- Get the word. Set the timer for five minutes. Write. No stopping. No editing. Then link up with  others by joining Kate Motaung by clicking on the icon below. Read some posts. Make some friends.

Five-Minute-Friday-4The house is quiet. The dishes are in the sink. The fire is burning hot and bright. My muscles ache. My body is tired. The Legos are back in their bin. The play doh is moist and safe in the container. And it is quiet. I said that . Too quiet. The grandkids are gone. All three of them headed back over the mountains to Maryland with new brother and mom and dad. The visit was long and short at the same time. As we waited this afternoon for mama to be released from the hospital, playing and reading stories, and me, pouring cups of coffee down my throat.Displaying IMAG1321.jpg I thought, this is what is like to wait for Jesus to visit. We run through the list of things to do. Read the Bible. Pray. Follow the prayer list. Do it again. And do we enjoy the visit? Or do we wish to fast forward to get on to other things. I knew the kids were tired and probably ready to go home. They had been here for two days. But, I was determined to enjoy that last bit of visit even when kids were cranky and I was tired. I read a book and felt those small bodies leaning against me. STOP

Five Minute Friday::When

Five Minute Friday::When

Instructions: Get the prompt. Set the timer for five minutes and write. Just write. Go to the link up at Kate Motaung’s site here and join. Read and comment. Enrich your Friday with some new friends and ideas!


When I was a tiny girl, all freckled and toe-headed, I sat on the warm sidewalk outside our home and thought, thought, thought about the expanse of the universe until my brain hurt, I couldn’t imagine what was out there in the darkness beyond the planets. It mad me feel miniscule, insignificant and not there.


Like a speck of dust in Horton Hears a Who.

But,  that SPECK WASN’T just a SPECK. It wasn’t true.

I shook that feeling off when Mom walked us kids across the street to the park (Anne, Robert and me). I was a child again. WHEN I forgot about my WHO and I enjoyed BEING ME at the same time. I grinned for the photographer and the reporter on this first day of spring and forgot my last name when he needed one for the caption. I wasn’t embarrassed. (I”m sure my momma was when it was on the front page the next day).

I was a child. Enjoying childhood. Enjoying BEING.


WHEN do you enjoy BEING?

Five Minute Friday:: Share


Share is the word. Get our your stop watch. Write for five minutes. No stopping. No editing. Go! Sometimes I close my eyes and just type, so that’s an option. Be sure to check out Kate Motaung and the link party here.

The blogosphere has opened up a whole new world to us moms and sisters. We have access to each other and words of encouragement at the drop of a hat. We simply log in and tada- there it is. Words shared. Words  lighten our load.


Encourage us when we are weary. To say, “Hey me too”. You are not alone.

As long as we share the real us. It is tempting to be fake super heroes. To pur our best foot forward and say. I have it all together. to say. Look at me. Wish your could get it all together then we could be friends. Maybe go our of a virtual cup of coffee. Then no one gets healing. No one gets a hand up our of the pit.

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Share only works if we tell the truth. Not the ugly complaining, whining truth, but the truth that heals. I am suffering. I know what it is like. I have been there. Experience is the cousin of  ministering healing . We don’t heal with platitudes or sappy sayings.

Five Minute Friday:: Send


I opened the red front door and watched my daughter drive away to her new life. The remains of her wedding littered the front lawn. The huge white canopy. Bright colored fiesta ware with pieces of carrot wedding cake strewn across the tables. Some of the guests moved inside to escape the heat. Children race around the house chasing puppies, happy to be free of the restraints of sitting still and being good.

Send- my children into the world with what? All the years of our lives intertwined. All the days. The hours. the memories. The books read aloud. The discussions. The meals. Day after day. The laundry. The cleaning skills. The organization. The arguments.  The days gone wrong weaved into the days gone right.

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Was it enough? Yes, It is always enough when Jesus is part of the growing up. We plant seeds. He waters. We watch. We see the growth. We enjoy the harvest. We send it out for others to enjoy  and enjoy it ourselves.

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Five-Minute-Friday-4Want to read a bit more on the subject of family? Check out Lynn Cowell’s post today- How to Raise Perfect Children

Five Minute Friday:: Welcome

Five Minute Friday - 4

I stood at the end of the tube, waiting. Holding my breath. Then I saw them. Stumbling. Tired. Weary. From the tube of the plane that had carried half of my family. My family. My four new children carried on the wings of a Lot airliner from Poland. Safe sound.


The welcoming committee greeted them with smiles. Brother. Sisters. Cousins. Aunts. Uncles. Friends. All waiting to Welcome them home. A new home. A new beginning. A new family.

Back at home in a hospital was my dear Bud, Step father. Guide. Advisor. A machine pushing breath in and sucking it out. All of us willing him to live. To be healed. Praying. Hourly. Stuffing our belles with food so we couldn’t think about the dying. The word no one wanted to speak. Spirit leaving the body. A shell left behind.


I wonder if his journey was the same. The tube. Faces. Friends. Family. Welcome. Heaven. One family joined on earth. Another rejoined in heaven. Two welcomes in one week. One leaving. Four staying.

Five Minute Friday::Reach

Write for five minutes- no editing, no back spacing, no over thinking. Just set the timer and blog!
When you have had a hard day, a hard week, heard bad news, when you REACH for God, do you feel like He is too busy?
Like He already has too much on His plate and you are not His top priority?
No matter what is going on in your life right now, whether you are war-weary from the week,
whether you have gotten a devastating bit of news,
whether you are just doggone tired from doing the right thing without seeing any result,
He will pick you up.
He is not human.
He is not frail flesh.
He knows all things.
He holds all things in His Hands.
He longs to be gracious to you.
He waits for those who will come to the Mercy Seat to come.
You can REACH for Him.
He will give you help in time of need.
He will lift you up.
He will hold you.
REACH for the God WHO created you.

Five Minute Friday:: FILL

Write for five minutes- no editing, no back spacing, no over thinking. Just set the timer and blog!

Today’s word:: Fill

Fill your time.
Fill your coffee?      

Fill your heart.
Fill you up?

How many different ways do we use the word fill?
What does it really mean.  I know, you can tell when the coffee cup is full.
But, can you tell when you have had your fill?
When it’s been too much, too many, too loud?
When you need to get away and fill yourself with the ONE who really fills?
I don’t think I pay enough attention to when I have had my fill of sights and sounds of the day, the kids fighting, the watermelon juice all sticky on the floor, the dishes in the sink that won’t magically move to the dishwasher on their own, the towels wet and threatening mildew on the hardwood floor.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy serving my large family.
It it that my attitude can fill the house with tense feelings when I have had had enough.
I need to step away and have my fill of Jesus. He is enough.  He gives me grace. His Words are life. STOP