Friday, time to crack open the chocolate ice cream and unscripted version of beautiful you!

Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s finger paint with words

Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how to play along:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button in my right side bar}

3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you {and if you love us, consider turning off word verification for the day to make it easier for folks to say howdy}

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

And it gives me a chance to give one of you a little somethin’ somethin’ from DaySpring, who I love almost as much as my South African accent.

There’s a beautiful wood carved “Ask, Seek, Knock” wall hanging up for grabs this week for one of you from me and DaySpring {Grace Like Rain won the Give Thanks Caddy from last week}.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:

On Distance


I am three years and four months far from the Southern Cross shores of my childhood. I am a whole new living being removed from when I was last home. And I am in the countdown, finish-line-in-view stages of going back again. June. I can smell it. Cold, crisp Highveld June beckons and I am running hard toward it and home.

Three long years of absence and explaining to my boys the why. But three years marked by fullness and not the empty I have lived for years of this cross-cultural commute. Three years of roots in a man and his love. Three years of home found in the arms of little boys who are the only time zone that matters these days.

Three weeks of a baby girl who has healed large parts of my motherless childhood.

It is well.

I can say it now. I can sing it. The question my mother left hanging at her memorial service along with the last lingering notes of that beloved hymn. I am whole. I am home. Even before I set foot on the South African shore again. I have more than four walls and a roof sheltering me. I have this family that holds me up and supports me in my everythings.

And the Father God that gave them to me.

It is well with my soul.


Photo: South African coast near East London.
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