Five Minute Friday-Alone


Linking up again this week with the Five Minute Friday crowd. We take the prompt word and write for five minutes straight; no editing, no overthinking, ….just five minutes of writing. Don’t forget to go and encourage the writer before you. The link for FMF is Today’s prompt word…….Alone! Ready, set, go.

Alone…..for some this word might invoke feelings of depression and desperation. But for me, alone is quite the opposite. Alone is a chance to recharge, alone is quiet, alone is healing, alone is comforting, alone is writing, alone is processing, alone is praying…..alone gives me comfort in a way no person is capable of doing. Yes, I love my family and friends, time with them, noisy, raucous laughter, sweet times of conversation, community prayer……BUT as the deer pants for streams of water, I pant for time alone… a way of becoming more of who I am created to be. Alone is soul soothing, it is sitting and receiving an infilling of the power and love of the Holy Spirit. Alone is uninterrupted time with God embedded within an often overly busy life. Alone is not pushing others away, alone is allowing myself to be pulled into the arms of Jesus. Alone is accepting the love within those arms….love that fills me and enables me to go forth from alone and share His love with others. Alone is a necessary nutrient for my soul and when it is in short supply….my soul aches. Alone is a time of God filling that gives me the strength to be a God sharer…..alone is my time to pull up to the gas pump of my Lord and let Him fill me to overflowing….therefore alone, is never truly alone but instead one with Him.


Five Minute Friday: Notice

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Teaming up again this week with the Five Minute Friday Crowd.      The rules are write from your heart for 5 min, no edits, just straight from the heart. A new prompt word is provided each week. Then, link up with the FMF crowd and go back and encourage the person who posted before you. This weeks prompt word…..NOTICE……ready, set, go!


Have you noticed me? I sit in the back of the church, keep mostly to myself and do everything I can to avoid eye contact. Have you noticed me? I go about my daily work, head down, attending to my duties with a heavy heart. Have you noticed me? I sit by myself every day at lunch, embarrassed by the meager peanut butter bread in my lunch that is the best meal I will have all day. Have you noticed me? I sit at the coffee shop, my face buried in a book while tears quietly leak down my face. Have you noticed me? I am at the party, I’m the one sitting in the corner, shyly watching the fun activities of others and hoping against hope someone will invite me to join in. Have you noticed me? I’m the smallest one in the class, not very coordinated, silently pleading to not be the last one picked just this once! Have you noticed me? I sit silently in the waiting room nauseated from the poisons entering my body but more frightened of the results awaiting me behind those doors. I plead, I beg, I cry……..God, have you noticed me?

“My child, I notice you continually. I am the lady in the next pew you don’t see but who has been silently praying for you for weeks. I am the coworker who never fails to give you a bright smile and ask what she can do to help. I am the other little boy, staring longingly at your peanut butter bread because I know from what you say your mom packs it for you every morning; my momma….I have no idea where she is. I am the barista at the coffee shop, offering up prayers for the widow who spends her days buried in a book to avoid the loneliness. I am the shy person in the other corner, empathizing with your plight. I am the jock, who you think is making fun of you but in reality wants to be your friend. I am the doctor behind those doors, bowing my head and asking the Holy Spirit to give me words that tell the truth but still give hope. My child I notice, I always notice……the question is. DO YOU NOTICE ME?”


Five Minute Friday: Messenger

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I’m linking up once again this week Lisa Jo Baker and the Five Minute Friday crowd.  Once a week she provides a writing prompt…..the rules; write for five minutes, no editing, just write what is in your heart. Link up with the FMF crowd at

Post a link then go back and encourage the one who linked up before you.  This week the prompt is “Messenger”.  Ready, set, go!

THE Messenger


Acts 2:  14-21 “In the Last Days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on every kind of people.   Your sons will prophesy, also your daughters.  Your young men will see visions, your old men dream dreams.  When the time comes I’ll pour out my Spirit on those who serve me, men, and women both, and they’ll prophesy.  I’ll set wonders in the sky above and signs on the earth below.  Blood and fire and billowing smoke, the turning black and the moon blood red.  Before the Day of the Lord arrives, the Day tremendous and marvelous.  And whoever calls out for help to me, God will be saved.”


He comes like the fierceness of a spring storm, winds so strong they are impossible to ignore.  The Messenger, He comes in gentle whisperings:  tugging at our heart strings, being the little voice inside that cannot be ignored. The messages He brings are as wide and varied as that of the oceans He created.  Gentle messages of love and grace, like the waves lapping at our toes buried in warm sand.  His messages can be bigger, stronger;  rolling into our hearts like a tsunami, taking our breath away and seemingly bent on destruction, but in reality bent on healing our brokenness.   The Messenger:  His focus on one thing and one thing alone, increasing our relationship with our Heavenly Father, bringing us on our knees to the foot of the cross, to our bridegroom, Jesus Christ…….oh listen my sisters in Christ, listen to The Messenger.  Linger in His love, let Him speak to your heart through His Messenger, the Holy Spirit, step out in obedience and faith!

The Messenger…..He longs to bring personalized messages of love, grace, thanksgiving, and truth to our hearts.  He is one third of the one whole of God, He is the Holy Spirit and His power, His love and His boldness is like nothing on this earth.   Pray to Him dear sisters, pray for His love and His power; like a father gifting a small child, He longs to gift the Holy Spirit to your hearts, to dwell with you and in you forever and ever.  Pour it out Father, pour it out until we are drowning in the love!!



A Christmas Open House


Ephesians 3:17 “Then Christ will make His home in your hearts as you trust in Him.  Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong”. 

A Christmas Open House; these are among the first words that came to mind as I read this scripture, and I have been pondering it for days.  In the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season I struggle to keep Christ at the forefront, to not get so caught up that I forget the real reason for the season.  A few days ago I read a devotion which asked “What can I give Jesus for His birthday this year?”  The question had me pondering what He would want for me to give Him?  It was the next morning when scripture reading brought me to these two heartwarming verses in Ephesians.  As I have been processing and pondering upon the verses and the question of what Jesus would want from me for His birthday God began speaking to my heart.

This year God has asked me to host a Christmas Open House in honor of His Son, Jesus Christ.  This is a private open house, (not so private because I am sharing it with you) it is an open house that has been occurring for quite some time albeit very slowly.  It is an opening of the house He has so graciously provided me to dwell within.  This year as a gift to my loving Savior for the pain He endured so I may experience joy and forgiveness I am giving Him full and open access to my home.  I vow this Christmas to fling open the windows of my soul so wide the Holy Spirit will blow in with the hurricane force winds.  This Christmas I permanently open the doors; to my heart, to my soul, to my spirit and to my mind that  God may freely enter. No locks, no screen doors through which I let Him in at my choosing.  Instead, these doors will be freely open.  This Christmas I open other doors in my home; doors to the closets in which I so clumsily attempt to hide from my God.  Closets which hold skeletons of the past and sins I invariably want to cover up.  Father, come in, purge and clean my closets that they may be a living representation of you dwelling within me.  This Christmas I am opening up two places in my home I have for many years attempted to keep from my Father.  The musty old basement…..full of memories, dark corners, scary spiders and all sorts of real and imagined evil.  Father let the breath of your Holy Spirit cleanse the basement of my soul and build up a stronger foundation for my dwelling place here on earth.  This Christmas I also open my attic.  The attic of my mind that reminds me of my grandmas attic in her large old home.  It was stuffy, dusty and dark.  Even in the corner where a little light shone in from a small window you could never see well enough to find what you were looking for.  Father this Christmas I open the attic of my home, that you may dwell within it, that the power of your Holy Spirit will provide guidance and conviction knocking down the cobwebs as they tangle my thoughts. I open my attic that the love of Your Son, poured out by His blood that was shed, may fill every little crack and crevice as if it is a thick layer of insulation; insulating my mind and helping to repel the enemy within.  And finally dear Jesus this year I give you the roof of my home……I give it to you that you may remove the roof so that not only does your amazing light fill my entire home but also that the light of Christ shines from my home, illuminating the surrounding neighborhood and bathing it in loving light.

This year Jesus, I take the deed to my home, the deed I tried for so long to keep in my name.  I take this deed and I sign it over to you, my one and only Savior.  Take possession of my home, fill it with Your love and Your light, remodel as you see fit; I am but a building, You shall be the Master builder, architect, remodeler and repair man. 

Happy Birthday my dear Jesus.  This Christmas I invite you as well to have a personal Christmas Open House and invite the Savior to be the Master of your home.  Merry Christmas my friends, may His love and light fill you to overflowing!!