What a week.

What a collection of posts – nearly 200 hundred delicious confections.

What a feast.

Thank you for sharing. Thank you for reading. Thank you for encouraging so many. For my part, I’m so grateful to each one of you for being part of this space, this community, these voices.

We swap stories here. We read life together.

That is a wonder that what I write way past my bedtime is what you often read way past yours. And that in the middle we find encouragement and comfort. That we are connected by this wild and wonderful lifeline of words.

I will keep writing them next year. Maybe slower sometimes – stopping to read more books than I write words on a screen. I want to get better at listening before I write. But I will keep coming back here after I’ve tucked Micah in for the umpteenth time and patted Jackson’s head again, and given Zoe that pacifier that I both loathe and love.

I will write because words are how I make sense of my world.

Thank you for sitting beside me as I read my life out loud.

You are the lovely stuff. And sweet Katy, I’m so delighted to tell you that you won the God’s Heart for You necklace – I’ve emailed with the details.

OK, on to the last Five Minute Friday of 2011. Who knew it would last this long, since I threw it out there in January? Amazing, you all are!

Won’t you join me?

    1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
    2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
    3. Most important: visit, comment, encourage the person before you.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:



I lie face down here in the entry way to the new year.

I lie face down and breathe in this old spaghetti stained carpet and the hopes and dreams and forts and battles of boys. Midnight and everyone in bed and me having finished off the last of the fudge and a book that is helping make me brave. So I get up and spread out on the floor and open my heart and hopes and wild wishes and big, big dreams to you Father.

I pray them out loud. As loud as one can mumble into a carpet. I build this ebenezer with words so that come April I will remember. I will remember that I asked and no matter the outcome I will know you have answered.

Walk me into the new year.

Walk me into your will and your creativity and your courage.

Walk me out of time and into a sense of your bigness, your other-ness, your alternate endings within endings that make everything but a beginning.

Open my mind bigger – show me how you parenthetical my everything with your everything and how you still rejoice over me with singing while I sleep. Open these four walls and these boys and this daughter and our wedding rings to your imagination.

May we dream new dreams.

May we ask and not be surprised when we receive.

May we dance with abandon before you and be willing to become much more foolish than we’re comfortable with.


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