On Friday’s we silence the inner critic. The loudest of all naysayers. And on Fridays we remind ourselves that The Word is for us and loves us and welcomes us.

Your words are safe here.

So come and write with us. Together. On one word for five minutes. Here are all the details. And then link up your post or leave it in the comments. But remember, the one must rule here is that you visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their writing.

That’s it. The gift of encouragement – pass it on.

Today the word is the one that’s bubble up and out and spilled over in me today.

Today the writing prompt is JOY.

I have this daughter who turned three and I can’t stop spinning and spinning in circles I’m so smitten with who she’s growing into. And then there’s this boy with his curls he insists we chop off and how he’s as proud of my new book as if he’d written it himself. He walks around holding it under his arm. He sleeps with it under his pillow. He tells me he told his teacher all about it at show and tell today. He’s a one-man promo-show for his bemused mother who isn’t quite used to him being quite so tender with her words.

He wants me to take a photo of him holding his book. The one he’s written his name on – front and back. He wants to look like his sister who held that book all bright, pink nails and blonde bangs.


He wants me to write my name – and mom isn’t enough. “Now put, Lisa-Jo,” he tells me and so I do. In the black marker from the set his sister got for her birthday.

He holds the book like an old friend, like a new baby. He cradles this story I’ve cradled for years and my heart aches at the thought of the boy who inspired the chapter, “How to Fall in Like.” The boy that took me years to navigate, the boy with a temper as wild as his beautiful, brave heart. The boy who sleeps with his own story beneath his pillow and who I couldn’t possibly like more tonight.


PS: In just a wee bit over the week this book will be arriving in your mailbox if you pre-ordered it. My Micah chapter might be one of my favorites. It’s my humble apology to anyone with a strong-willed child that I ever doubted. It’s my love letter to my son.

You can get a sneak peek at the first 3 chapters over here.