Welcome to another week of Five Minute Friday! Can’t believe this is already my eighth week hosting this precious community … Time flies when you’re having fun! And you guys just never cease to amaze me with your brave, beautiful writing week after week. I’m continually in awe over how the Lord can stir up so many avenues and ideas as we gather around a single word.
AND … it’s almost October!
In case you missed the past two weeks of FMF, something big is about to happen over here, y’all ..
It’s called 31 Days.
Every year in the month of October, the Nester hosts a 31 Day Challenge in which bloggers worldwide post on their blogs every. single. day. For a whole month.
That makes it sound better, right?
Just five minutes a day?
I’ll even give you prompts, if you want.
If you want to play along, you can find more details (including prompts) over here.
To add to the excitement, I’ve got a little surprise tucked up my sleeve for you guys next Friday … you know, because October is gonna be a month long FMF Party up in this place … 😉
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But now, it’s time to write.
The word of the week is ..
On your mark, get set … GO.
I wore her ring this week.
The one with the sapphire featured in the center, with diamonds gathered like stars all around the midnight blue.
The one my dad gave her. The one she still wore long after he left.
I wore it this week to remember.
But before I put it on, I panicked for a moment.
I thought I had lost it.
The ring, that is — not my mind. This time.
I couldn’t even remember if I had brought it with me back across the ocean. That’s what happens when a life is spread thin like a layer of butter over a french loaf, cut into a bunch of pieces and shared at a global table.
But I found it, and I slipped it on. It still sparkles, the ring. From the top, no one would know that the gold band is broken underneath — cut through and left jagged and sharp. My sister had to cut it off my mom’s finger one day because of the side effects of the cancer.
But I wore it this week, to remember. And I know I could get it welded back together, but I prefer it the way it is — sharp, and cutting into the fleshy part of my finger, where the crease meets the palm.
It reminds me of her suffering. Of His suffering on the cross, even. It reminds me to pray for the circle to be made whole, for Jesus to return, for all things to be made new.
Because only through Christ can the broken be made whole.
(Psst … Like that “Because” image above? Come back next Friday for an exciting surprise! It may or may not have something to do with the awesome new Words Matter Letterpress Blocks by (in)courage …) Why? Because #wordsmatter
Now it’s your turn! Link up your five minutes of brave below ..
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