Welcome to another week of Five Minute Friday — an online community where bloggers who mostly don’t even dare to call themselves writers put their brave on week after week and bring the internet alive with their beautiful words.

It’s a place where we write free and deep and wide, where we let it all spill onto the screen in all its messy, jumbled up glory. It’s a place to link arms with others, to lift them up, to shine a light, to give hope.

Won’t you join us?

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And this week I have something extra special to share with you — an opportunity for Five Minute Friday to spread beyond your virtual screen and online comments, and straight into your mailbox.

 

Photo Credit: Kaitlyn Bouchillon, kaitlynbouchillon.com

It’s called FMF Party Snail Mail, brought to you by the delightful Kaitlyn Bouchillon. Many of you have already been blessed by it, as you’ve sent each other cards and words of encouragement through good ol’ snail mail.  And now Kaitlyn is kicking off round four with a mini Christmas session!

You can read all about it right over here. Registration closes November 23rd, and this round will go from the first week of December to the first week of January.

Sign up here to strengthen the Five Minute Friday bond through #fmfpartysnailmail.

 

 

This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is:

 

FMF - Still

 

Ready? GO. 

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It was me versus the fallen leaves in a race against the rain. The skies hovered low in ominous clouds, and I could feel it coming in my bones. Chased closely by the promise of snow the next day, I had to get rid of the leaves. I raked and raked, pile upon pile, but the wind was on their side. The brown and burgundy leaves rebelled and laughed as they danced away in swirls and spins, across the stage of my front yard and out of my reach.

I scolded them in frustration and told them to come back, but the wind persisted, deeming my efforts a lost cause. I resigned myself to defeat and forgot that even the stormy winds do His bidding. I forgot that even the wind and the waves obey Him at a word, and are stilled.

 

Leaves - Be still

 

The rain fell as expected, and soon after, I saw it. The first snowflake, resting content on my car door, tiny with five perfect points. I stopped and stared at it, marveling at its intricate design.

The next morning I woke to a blanket of white on the ground outside. Peeking through the blinds into the darkness, all was quiet, like that silent, holy night in Bethlehem when the world drew its breath and was still. When they bowed, hushed by the glory of the newborn King — a foretaste of the day to come when every knee shall bow, and all will be still and know that He is God.

 

Link up your five minutes of free writing on the word STILL below .. And don’t forget to stop by the blog of the person who linked up before you to leave some encouragement!

 

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