My first try at Five Minute Friday was pretty raw, and it was hard not to keep typing when the timer went off, but I’m giving it another shot! It’s good writing practice. The whole idea came from Lisa Jo Baker, who says that, “Writing is like a mirror, we see ourselves best in what we’ve written.”
Every Friday for close to three years, writers have gathered on her blog site for “a kind of free write flash mob”. The goal is to spend just five minutes writing on the same topic. And then bloggers link up on her site.
Today’s topic is “last.” Here we go….
The alarm goes off and her heart immediately sinks. This day is too much, and it hasn’t even begun yet.
Her feet hit the floor and she wonders what will come against her first. Will it be strife with her husband? Will it be stifling demands from the children? Will it be a bill collector on the phone? That one surely awaits later in the day. What will come first?
Failures line up before her to accuse. Fears come banging on her heart and mind. Unanswered prayers and unmet needs swirl around her and she doesn’t know which way is up.
Thoughts of loved ones stuck in the same kind of sink hole tear at her heart. Finally, she is able to utter His name.
What is going on? How long will this last?
The courage to be still and listen for an answer is there.
A whisper, simple and direct.
“Is that You, God?”
Intrigued, desperate for a real answer, she turns to the passage.
Listen and hear my voice;
pay attention and hear what I say.
When a farmer plows for planting,
does he plow continually?
Does he keep on breaking up and working the soil?
When he has leveled the surface,
does he not sow caraway and scatter cumin?
Does he not plant wheat in its place,
barley in its plot, and spelt in its field?
His God instructs him and teaches him the right way.
Grain must be ground to make bread;
so one does not go on threshing it forever.
The wheels of a threshing cart may be rolled over it,
but one does not use horses to grind grain.
All this also comes from the Lord Almighty,
whose plan is wonderful, whose wisdom is magnificent.
Isaiah 28:23-26, 28-29
Your season of threshing will not last forever.
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