Happy weekend, everyone! And welcome to another round of Five Minute Friday!

Can I just say how much I love seeing you all gather here week after week? It’s such a joy to be able to swing wide these doors and watch this community thrive.

In case you missed it, I recently shared 20 websites accepting writing submissions from Christian women.

Check out the list here! I hope it’s helpful!


20 Websites

Given the fact that our region has seen the heat index pushing 100 degrees this week and we don’t have air conditioning in our house, I considered making the prompt, HOT. But I decided to spare you.

Instead, we’ll be writing on:




Ready? GO.

Two summers ago, we tore off all the wallpaper in our kitchen, dining room and entryway and painted the walls. Yes, it was a nightmare. My daughter asked if she could help me paint.

I said no.

This summer, she asked if we could paint the walls in her bedroom.

We said yes.

Again, she asked if she could help paint.

I tested the waters by letting her paint an old wooden train table that we got for free. She did a surprisingly good job.

Since she’s turning 11 next week (11!!), I thought I might as well let her give it a go. I told her I would do the trim and she could use the roller.

She was such a huge help. We had the perfect system. Trim, roll, trim, roll. It was like clockwork. She was such a great help that even when I had the chance to continue painting after she went to bed, I couldn’t bear to think of doing double the work without her.

I needed my sidekick.

It made me wonder:

Why are so many of us resistant to accepting help?

Is it a pride issue? Are we trying to prove to someone that we’ve got everything under control? Do we think we can do it better than they could?

As I thought about how often I turn down offers of help, I realized my own blindness. I am desperately in need of help every minute of every day.

Thank God I have a helper in Jesus who gives me life and breath and every good thing from above. Without Him, I can do nothing.



“The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him.” ~Psalm 28:7


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Are you a Christian woman who loves to write?

I put together a list of 20 websites currently accepting submissions from Christian women.


20 Websites

Find the list and links to each publication over at Beyond Your Blog!



As I was compiling the list, I thought back to the wonderful discussion we had on the book, On Being a Writer.

Chapter 6 of On Being a Writer is called Send. Click here to read more about the chapter, and even watch a video with co-authors Ann Kroeker and Charity Singleton Craig!


What is your experience submitting writing to websites? Have you tried it yet? If not, what’s holding you back? If you’ve been successful, how did you get started?


Feel free to share more suggestions of places to submit writing in the comments below!

Happy writing!

Hey everyone!

Welcome to another round of Five Minute Friday!

I’ve recently heard of a handful of newcomers who just learned about Five Minute Friday — a very special welcome to you! We’re thrilled to have you with us! I hope you make yourself at home.

We’d love to have you join us on our FMF Facebook page, and on Twitter on Thursday evenings at #fmfparty!

This week’s prompt is:




Setting my timer for five minutes, and … GO.


We were made to create.

The One who knit us together in our mother’s wombs, the same One who carved each mountain and shaped each hill, who dug each ocean and filled it to the brim — He made us in His image.

He made us to be like Him.

No, we can’t create something out of nothing the way He did — but He has lavished us with an abundance of resources and astounding imaginations.

I often find myself looking at what others have created, and I wish I could do what they do.

I wish I could be where they are, achieve the excellence they’ve achieved.





But that’s not who God made me to be.

He made me to create in my own way.

And sometimes that looks like playing Play-Doh on the kitchen counter with my kids.

Sometimes it looks like building sandcastles on the shores of Lake Michigan.

Sometimes it looks like cooking another meal I don’t want to cook.

Someone asked me recently about what it’s like to host Five Minute Friday. I told her I can’t possibly read every post that is linked up every week, and sometimes I feel bad about not investing as much time as I’d like to invest.

But I realized last year that maybe just creating this space for others to interact and share is what God has placed me here to do. Maybe by creating this space He even allows me to reflect His image.

And that is a gift.

So here you go. This space is my gift to you. I’ve carved it out with the hands carved for me, and I pray it is a blessing. If nothing else, your presence here is a blessing to me.




What does “create” look like for you?



It’s your turn! Share your own five minutes of free writing on the prompt, CREATE, below! I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

And don’t forget to visit the blog linked up before yours to leave some encouragement! Thanks for being here!


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It’s Five Minute Friday time!

If you’re new here, a very special welcome to you! A handful of you have joined in the past few weeks, and it’s such a treat to have you with us!

Learn all about Five Minute Friday here!

This week’s prompt is:





I had a different prompt planned for this week. Then I saw the news about two more black men having been shot and killed by police in the past two days, and I just couldn’t do it.

I don’t even know what to say any more.

I’m married to a black man.

My kids are half black.

I’ve written about how to squash racism.

And I still don’t know what to say.

I can’t help but wonder if we just need to start from scratch. Clearly we’re building on the wrong foundation. Clearly this world has established itself on sinking sand.

We’re flat out falling apart.

Where we should be building bridges and tearing down walls of hostility, we’re tearing each other apart.

I’ve seen so many lamenting on Twitter, “Come, Lord Jesus.” And they’re absolutely right. He is the answer. And when He comes, we will begin again. The end will become the beginning, and He will make all things new. The moral decay and everyday heartbreak shall be made whole.

We’ll get a new heaven and a new earth, and finally see “the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God” (Hebrews 11:10). As believers, “we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands” (2 Corinthians 5:1). Let’s not forget it.

So when I can’t bear to read the news another day, I remind myself that He is coming soon. Soon and very soon. And in the meantime, we would do well to encourage one another and build each other up.

These are dark days. Jesus, make me shine your light.


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Welcome to Five Minute Friday!

A special welcome to all of the subscribers who have joined us after downloading the free Letters to Grief book and coloring pages! I pray the content will be a blessing to you.

In case you missed it, you can still sign up for these free goodies here!




If you’re new here, you can learn all about the Five Minute Friday community here.

Every week, we gather around a single prompt and write our hearts out for five minutes flat. If you’ve never tried it before, I dare you to give it a shot! Careful, though — you might even have a little fun. 😉

For guaranteed fun, be sure to join us on Twitter every Thursday evening at #fmfparty!

This week’s FMF prompt is:


Land of the


Setting my timer for five minutes, and … GO.

As we gear up for the Fourth of July weekend here in America, I’ve been thinking about the cost of freedom. About how many sacrifices have been made on so many fronts in the name of protection.

I’m so grateful to all who have given their time, energy, even their lives, that my family and I might enjoy the lives we do.

And yet we fall short.

No matter how tight our defenses, how strong our walls, how well analyzed our intelligence — there will always be gaps. We can’t block every leak.

As I type this, I have a kid with a high fever and a text message on my phone telling me a relative has just been admitted to the hospital. I may be able to press a cold cloth to my child’s forehead or fan her face in the middle of the night. I can give her popsicles or stand by a hospital bedside — but my reach only goes so far.

My arm is not long enough to protect.

My daughter, my sick relative, and I all need a greater defense.

So I type “protect” into Bible Gateway, and I’m comforted by these words from my Father:

Psalm 91

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”

For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
    and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his pinions,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
You will not fear the terror of the night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
    nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.

A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
You will only look with your eyes
    and see the recompense of the wicked.

Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place—
    the Most High, who is my refuge—
no evil shall be allowed to befall you,
    no plague come near your tent.

For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways.
On their hands they will bear you up,
    lest you strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread on the lion and the adder;
    the young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot.

“Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him;
    I will protect him, because he knows my name.
When he calls to me, I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble;
    I will rescue him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.”



Join us with your own five minutes of free writing below! And be sure to visit your FMF neighbor to share some encouragement in the comments!

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Thanks for being here! Happy 4th of July, and happy writing!

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