It’s #FiveMinuteFriday free write time! <—click to tweet this!

Where a flash mob of folks spend five minutes all writing on the same topic and then share ’em over here.

Want to know how Five Minute Friday got started? All the details are here. And every week I’ll pick a post that caught my eye and share it down there in my side bar – see where it says “Featured Five Minute Friday”? Yea -that could be you!

Because, as we all know, the most important rule of Five Minute Friday is leaving an encouraging comment for the person who linked up before you. So getting to feature one of your fine posts is like frosting as far as I’m concerned.

So, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

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




There’s the cranky mom and the walls wet with paint. There’s the four-year-old manic as any junkie on crack withdrawal wailing circles around us all and the dog who fled to the playroom and peed herself out of the chaos. There’s the baby who’s forgotten how to nap and a nearly-seven-year old who keeps watch and thanks me when I manage not to lose my temper.

I whirl.

Sometimes the world is a desk and a chair and a smelly carpet. Sometimes the world is so small you can pack it in a diaper bag and forget that anyone else is breathing through their own whirlygig next door.

Legos land like crazy red rain.

I can only find one flip flop.

I leave Peter politely desperate messages about my threshold for making it through this day.

And in Haiti I know there are mothers who wrestle the heat and the pennies and the one-meal-at-a-time prayers who must fight through an ordinary only half related to mine.

My more than enough.

I choke it down.

I remember to look to the hills for the God who sends help.

I don’t want to be lost in this day. Or defeated. Or forget what enough looks like when it really matters.


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