Welcome to Five Minute Friday — the flash mob of brave writers who feverishly tap out five minutes of unediting beauty and post it for all the world to see ..


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If this is your first time, all of the details are over here: https://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/

So, this week, I have a confession to make:

I didn’t choose a Featured Five Minute Friday post this time around.  {begs on hands and knees for forgiveness}

We were away for Labor Day weekend with no internet or cell phone reception, then the kids started school this week and ohmygoodness, is anyone else trying to catch their breath while just barely holding on by the skin of their teeth to the promise of the weekend?

Me, too.  Hence my excuse for no Featured FMF from last week’s prompt.


There is a but.

To counter the mild disappointment, have you heard the AMAZING news??

The first phase of the Maubane Community Center in South Africa has been fully fundedIncredible, hey??  Mad props to Lisa-Jo Baker for dreaming up the project, and to all of you generous hearts who have given it wings.  Click here to see photos of some of the first phases of the project, including a water point and a vegetable garden for a very special community in South Africa.  And praise God from Whom all blessings flow!

Also, MORE exciting news is that the Surprised by Motherhood Book Club starts on Monday!!  I’ll be hosting my own group in real life, and plan to post some of our discussion points on the blog as well.  We’d love to have you join us!



Now for the prompt for this week.

So far in my first four weeks of hosting, we’ve written on FILL, TELL, CHANGE, and REACH, and this week our prompt is:


FMF - Whisper 2


Annnnnnd …



The noise presses in from every side.

It’s a new school year, and the race is on.  Voices coming from countless handouts, forms to sign, lunches to make, bags to pack, shoes to buy.  And I lift my chin to get a breath before my head goes under, swirling in the demands and delights of the busy life of a mom.

But deep down, my mind sneaks off and tiptoes across the miles to the land that holds my heart in the palm of its hand.  I find myself daydreaming about Africa, and the noise quiets to a restful calm.

I think about Table Mountain in the Mother City, and how still, after ten years of seeing her every day, she still takes my breath away.



I think about how the sun slips behind Her Majesty and melts into the sea, leaving soft shadows to cover the city bowl like a handmade quilt.  Patches of culture stitched together, and the gravel at the side of the road where the whispers of the heart are stored, overlooking the grand display of city lights below the stars.



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