FMF – Weak

It’s been so long since I’ve joined the FMF Twitter Party, but I’ve had a good reason.  We’ve been trying to develop a habit of family time, with no electronics.  Since Princess is the one with the crazy schedule, we let her pick when.  For the past month, it’s been on Thursdays.

So, FMF stands for Five Minute Fridays.  We get a one word prompt, and then writers from all over the country write for 5 minutes, non-stop, and not edited.  (Well, at least not much.)  😉  Then we go back over to Kate’s blog and link up and comment on each others’ posts.

So, for what feels like years, but was just a month, this week’s prompt is WEAK.

GO:

I am weak.  I am so very weak.  Partially because I’ve been sick for 2 weeks.  Partially because I’m female.  And partially, because I am just human.

I don’t always know what to do.  I don’t always do what I’m supposed to or act the right way.  I’m doing my fvery best, but sometimes, it just doesn’t feel like enough.

I’m weak.  I understand the whole, “I do what I don’t want to do and don’t do what I want to do” a whole lot more these days.  (It’s in Romans, but I’m not going to waste my 5 minutes looking for specifics right now.)

I can’t lift weights like my husband.  I can lift a baby, and sometimes a dog.  I can lift groceries and laundry.  But not squats and dead lifts like him.

And being sick has just made me tired.

But thankfully, God is here.  He is present.

Do you not know?
    Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
    the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
    and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
    and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
    and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
    will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
    they will run and not grow weary,
    they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40: 28-31  (NIV)

He gives strength to the weary, and increases the power of the weak.  God makes me strong.

26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.

Romans 8: 26  (NIV)

If I’m tired, all I have to do is ask.  The Holy Spirit will help me.  He will ask for what I need.

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

2 Corinthians 12:9  (NIV)

I still have to wrap my head around this one, but I should be thankful that I’m weak, because it gives glory to God.

I don’t always like being weak, but I do like giving God the glory.

Hugs,
Melinda

 

 

Noticing the Details

So I have been working on developing the habit of noticing the details.  It has been an interesting exercise.  I can’t say that I’ve noticed everything, but I have noticed more than normal.

One of the most interesting things I’ve realized is that I focus on smells and sights quite a bit.  The smell of bacon, the smell of a baking cake, the smell of a storm, the smell of Christmas dinner.  The sight of wrapping paper and lights, the sight of Little Bit when she was driving, the sight of bright icing colors on a cake, the sight of the model airplane doing a barrel roll, the sight of Boo when she was reading.

But I think the most beautiful thing I saw over the holiday break was the sight of Boo dancing in the front yard.  She was dancing to the music she was listening to, dancing in the sunshine and the warmth, arms open wide, and she was carefree.

I remember being like that.  Being carefree.  Dancing with music in my heart.  Not caring who was watching.  Feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin.

I loved watching her.  She is such a beautiful … well, I want to say child, but she’s not a child anymore.  She’s a beautiful young lady.

That’s the other thing that I’ve been noticing.  She’s not a child anymore.  She and Princess are growing up.  They are young ladies with their own opinions, their own points of view, their own choices, their own favorites and tastes.

I’m noticing that I’m not quite ready.  I’m not ready to face an “empty nest.”  Even though it won’t be exactly empty because Little Bit will still be here.  But I’m not ready for it.

So how do I let my girls stretch their wings?  How do I let them fly on their own?

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I’m not sure.  I know a lot of it is through faith and prayer.  I know part of it is listening to them and encouraging them.  While I want to encourage them to be individuals, I also want to encourage them to stay faithful to God and His Word.  Other than that, I’m not sure anything can prepare a mother for what is coming next.

“Woman, why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.”

His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”

John 2:4-5 (NIV)

So my request is this:  Please cover us in prayer.  Please, as we transition into this new part of our life, please pray for us.  Please pray that I can let my girls grow and be their own individual selves.  And pray that they will stay in God and continue to read God’s word.  For only when they stay with God can they truly soar!

but those who hope in the Lord
    will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
    they will run and not grow weary,
    they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40:31  (NIV)

Hugs,
Melinda

 

FMF – Middle

It’s time for Five Minute Friday again.  That weekly flash mob of writers that gets together to write on the same prompt for five minutes, unedited.  Then we join together, read each other’s words, leave comments, and rejoice in the fact that we are all united yet again with one word.

This week is the word middle.

GO:

It was rough.  The yelling.  The arguing.  The noise.  It was rough being caught in the middle of it all.

It was tough not knowing what was going on.  What did they mean?  What was going on?  11 years old was a hard age.  Not quite old enough to be for certain, but old enough to know there was something.

But everyone met in the middle to talk about it.  To figure out the problems.  To work on the solutions.  The middle was the place where they could all sit and agree that there WAS and IS a problem.  The middle is where the floor was placed.  The middle.

Nothing was right on Monday.  Wednesday is where the middle is.

And most importantly, the middle is where Momma promised that she would not take her again.  She would not let the little one get pulled there again.  The middle wasn’t safe, so Momma wouldn’t take her there again.

But God would be in the middle from now on.  God would be in the middle of their lives, and in the middle of their problems, and at the Start and the End of all the problems.  God.

STOP

This is a personal response to something that happened this week.  Normally, I would allow comments, but I think I just want to let it be.  Thanks for understanding.

Hugs,
Melinda

 

 

FMF – Connect

Yes!  It’s time for the first FMF of the year.  FMF is a flash mob of writers who are sometimes held back by perfectionism.  You simply write for five minutes.  And it goes a lot faster than you realize, so you can’t go back and edit yourself real easily.  You can find the word over on Kate’s blog, or you can follow the twitter party (on Thursdays) by using the hashtag #fmfparty on Twitter.

Regardless, just write.

Then go back to Kate’s blog and link up and read other people’s posts and comment on them.  Because the Five Minute Friday community is more than just writing.  It’s also about connection and community.  Which leads to today’s prompt.  Connect

GO:

It really isn’t about the words.  It’s about the people.  The like-mindedness. Not always the same exact beliefs, but the same common belief in a living God.  And that writing makes the world a better place.

It’s about joining together for an hour or more on Thursdays to talk about cilantro and coffee and Christmas and New Year.  It’s about knowing that this person just really doesn’t feel very good, because the tone of their words isn’t normal for them.

It’s about the connection.  It’s about finding the ties that bind us together as human, and making life long friends that you will never regret having.  It’s about learning how to connect with people who are hundreds if not thousands of miles away from you.  It’s about having friends you may never meet in real life, but they can be and are your friend, simply because you are both writers.

It’s about praying for one another.  And sharing the struggles of illness, and depression, and surgeries.  It’s about walking together in the Lord.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve learned that connecting with others is sometimes difficult in real life.  Online can be a little easier.  Some might say “It’s not real.”  Well, it sure feels real to me.

I have connected with a group of writers that get together every week and write.

Five Minute Friday isn’t about the words we write, but the connections we make.

STOP.

Hugs,
Melinda

One Word 2017

My journey into writing about one word started in 2015 with the word Brave.  It was a pivotal year for me, with joining the Renaissance Festival and my father passing away.

Last year, I wrote about Balance.  Not only did I not find balance, I also sort of feel like I tumbled and fell down.  I’m still working on that balance.

This year, it seems as though I’ve been having trouble with communication.  In fact, I thought that’s what my word was going to be.  I need to work on communicating with Dale, with my girls, with my business.  With God.  I could see communication being my word.

But then….

My Bible class teacher started talking about prayer.  A movie I’ve wanted to see is about prayer.  The sermon was about trusting God and learning to communicate with Him. Through prayer.

It hasn’t happened often that I’m aware of, but I have learned that if God repeats something like this over and over, I need to listen.

So my word for 2017 is Prayer.

I am going to be working on finding a daily quiet time and place that I can spend time with God.  I’m going to try to listen and not just do all the talking.  I’m going to open my Bible and find all the verses that talk about prayer and read and study them.

I don’t know exactly what will happen, or if you will ever see the change within me.  But I feel better already knowing that I have obeyed God’s promptings.

Hugs,
Melinda