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 code in my blog footer}.
3. Go and comment on the post of the person who linked up before you. This is the one rule of this community.

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

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OK, are you ready? Let’s see your best five minutes for the prompt:

Lonely

GO

She is tired and thick-tongued and over thinks if she should speak up or be silent. She wavers in front of the soda fountain and contemplates the water and the ice and decides on a slice of lemon too. There are languages she doesn’t recognize that wash over her as she sits in a booth with her back to the chatter of three generations behind her. She is lonely but she isn’t alone.

Stories clamor for paper and she puts fingers to keyboard and pummels her memory for more details as she writes a love letter to the country that she came from and the children she never expected. She is a pilgrim on an otherwise ordinary Panera afternoon and you’d never tell it from the state of her hair or make up or name. She is somebody’s wife and somebody’s mother especially when she tells it in her own voice.

You can be lost and you can be found on the pages of a book. Worship lives in the telling. Because telling is testifying and testifying is seeing and seeing is believing all the endings that up until now have been blind faith. Sometimes you have to walk onto a page to walk out yourself.

Deliberately, eight hours at a time if you’ve got it in you.

She does today. She types straight through breakfast, lunch and dinner. She eats the past and it’s today’s dessert. So much wonder wrapped up in a love letter she never expected to write.

Let alone read.

STOP

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