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.”

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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.

Stop.

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

Linking up with Kate Motaung and Five Minute Friday!

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Five Minute Friday:: Wait

Five Minute Friday:: Wait

The assignment: Read the prompt. Write for five minutes. No editing. Well, use spell check when finished, I do. Then post, share,link up! Join Kate Motaung and all the ladies who link. Then grab a cup of coffee and read! Hop around the links. Meet someone new!

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We sow the seeds. We wait for the harvest. That harvest is long in coming. We sow in tears and awake in joy. We sow seeds of the Word and wait for the generous outpouring of grace. We wait. We fill out the paperwork. We touch paper with ink. We wait. We look at orphan photos or swelling bellies. We wait…..

Waiting seems to be the theme of our lives doesn’t it? Waiting like the farmer. What do we do while we wait?

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We have always had a garden. I have some idea of what you do while you wait. You weed.  You hoe the rows. Get the soil aerated. Make sure weeds don’t choke out the baby plants. You make sure the life that sprung up doesn’t get walked on trampled on by booted humans. You tread lightly. You rejoice and call everyone to the garden when you see that green round pumpkin appear from the flower that was there or cucumbers small and green sprout from the vine.

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So while you wait watch for the weeds of doubt. Pull up the weeds that threaten to choke out the word. Water with the Word often. Air the soil out with sisters, talking, laughing. STOP

 

Confession to all the #fmfparty tweeters. I try to join you. I really do. I think I tweeted to a few people a few weeks ago before 10:00, but I just can’t seem to keep my eyes open until the magic hour! Blessings!

Five Minute Friday:: Welcome

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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.

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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.

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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.