During the month of October I’m spending 31 days writing about writingSeems appropriate that every Friday we pause and do a kind of mad, flash mob celebration of the written word, eh?

Come join a weekly flash mob of writers at #FiveMinuteFriday <–Click to Tweet this

Where a beautiful crowd spends five minutes all writing on the same topic and then sharing ’em over here. Where we just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

How to Join:

Want to know how Five Minute Friday got started and how to participate? All the details are here.

Featured Five Minute Friday:

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! Hop on over and visit some folk who make fireworks in just five minutes. They inspire me.

What They’re Saying:

I also have some Five Minute Friday stories from participants I love to share each week – I can never get over the community that has grown up over a five minute writing exercise.

This one’s from Juanita who shares the most amazing power of this group of rabid writers and believers:

“You posted “Wide” and immediately all I could think of was how wide the body of Christ is in its ability to reach out, pray for and encourage each other. Fresh on my mind was our former pastors’ daughter Emma, who is not quite 15 and just recently diagnosed with leukemia.

Hours before FMF I had received a message from a friend 8 hours away and literally 5 provinces removed from where Emma is. My friend’s husband used to be the worship pastor under Emma’s dad’s pastorate. They are rallying the troops to have a benefit worship service for Emma’s family.

Meanwhile on Twitter and FB the feeds were lighting up with people far and wide praying for this family. In a matter of hours the Church was rising up. And I was struck. So I wrote my FMF post about the ground-swell of support and pleas for prayer for this girl who, that very night, was in physical distress.

I woke Friday morning to countless messages from people I did not know who had been praying for Emma every hour through the night from all over the world. Friday afternoon, Emma was so much better than she had been the night before and Saturday she was moved out of ICU for the first time since she was admitted 2 weeks ago.

Thank you for the FMF group and for continuing to encourage all of us to share, be bold and bless each other. I have been blessed more than I could have ever imagined!”

Just wow, right?! Got a FMF story you want to share with us? Email me.

Now, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

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..

Oh and Ahem, if you would take pity and turn off comment verification, it would make leaving some love on your post that much easier for folks!

OK, are you ready? In the spirit of welcoming the 31 Dayers to join us, won’t you please give me your best five minutes on:::



Welcome is rarely a word. It’s that smile on her face when we make it to church in time for donuts – how she lifts the basket down from the table so my baby girl on her tippy toes can choose one. All that brand new hugging hard onto all that life well lived.

It’s how she scooches over on the bed and makes room for me to keep on talking even though it’s long past both our bedtimes. It’s how she doesn’t brush me off, doesn’t ignore, doesn’t down play. It’s how she listens with her whole face.

It’s how she shares her secret dreams with me and how we both admit that dreaming can make us scared. It’s how they’re never tired of listening to my “new something.” It’s how they always cheer and hoot and holler and dance out there in the rain with me even when it’s only raining in our imaginations and the dancing comes through keyboards and 140 character hugs.

It’s how the middle one offers me a drink from my own glass of water in the middle of the night. That boy all sweaty with fever and bringing the glass over to me and then asking me to go and refill it.

It’s how that baby will feed me cheese curls from her own mouth. Whether I want them or not. It’s how that seven-year-old laughs with abandon like the moon. His face a reflection of all that is bright and beautiful in the Son.

It’s how their dad leaves the light on for me even when he goes to bed hours before. The pillow is waiting, the sheets cool, the bed a welcome.

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I’m spending 31 days writing about how to write your story.
It’s part of the 31 Days Challenge hosted by the Nester.
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