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 no question that I am here today because of grace.
The week has been a crazy blur of VBS, day camp, work, fast-food dinners, a funeral, and the Olympics. Days that began at 7am and ended around midnight.
Days where you…
- stretch out onto the bed and pray the next day will be better. And then wonder if there is a service that would come and wash the sheets… because you know they need to be cleaned and then realize you’re the service and that it’s not going to happen this week.
- live out of the stacked clean clothes on the coffee table because there’s no time for putting them away. But feeling successful that they are clean and folded which is a pretty big deal.
- snap at others and wish you could go back in time and do it differently.
- eat all your meals out because you’re literally not home long enough to make anything… to your kids’ delight.
- look at the hanging plants and consider watering them, knowing you won’t and then decide that next week they should be thrown away anyway because their crispy brown leaves scream to everyone that enters, “I’m dead!”
- tell yourself over and over to just make it to Saturday knowing it’s the only day you will get a decent night of sleep. Hopefully.
- step over clothes on the floor, push crumbs off counters for the dog to eat, and ignore the things growing in the toilet. And quite possibly the shower and tub.
- are overwhelmed by just getting the trash to the curb. And then getting the can back to the side of the house.
- stay up much later than you know you should and promise to do better the next day but you don’t.
Each day brought its’ own emotions for each of us.
But we’re here and we’re thankful. Thankful that regardless if the plants get watered or the trash cans get put up, my value does not rest in what I do but rather in whom my heart trusts.