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Five Minute Friday–Friend

Five minutes to write: Friend

Write–don’t edit–just 5 minutes to be in the moment–


Jesus- the perfect friend
 

My cheeks feel sticky and stiff from recent morning tears.  My spirit feels crushed by a piece of paper that puts my failure front and center.

And then I come to 5 Minute Fridays, & see the word.  Friend.

I am one who always has some sort of song running through my brain. God uses song so often to whisper His words of truth, especially the ones I need to hear on repeat.

“What A Friend We Have In Jesus” An old hymn that I have not heard in years pops into my brain as I read the word– Friend.

And now it is on repeat in my brain.  And it will be all day.  Because that is the type of Friend He is.

“All our sins and griefs to bear”

He is a perfect friend who knows it all, gets it all, sees it all & holds it all together for our good.  He will bear my grief.

“Oh what peace we often forfeit, oh what needless shame we bear.  All because we do not carry, everything to God in prayer.” 

I want to unload this needless shame, even as one consistently shames me.  I want peace.

I will carry it to my Friend, in prayer.

Jesus is a friend of mine
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Joining my friend, Lisa-Jo at Five Minute Friday
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Welcome + 5 Minute Friday

Five Minute Friday

This week I’ve decided to join Lisa-Jo Baker’s 5 Minute Friday. 

“Where a beautiful crowd spends five minutes all writing on the same topic and then sharing ‘em over here. Where we just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.“
She gives a new word each week, and for just 5 minutes we write.  No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.  No perfectionism.
Unscripted, Unedited. Real
This weeks word?
“WELCOME”
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“Who’s at my door?” said in a sing song voice by a woman I have long admired.  One I want to be just like when I grow up.

We used meet regularly at her home, sweet memories full of family and food.  She would welcome us all, but her most special welcomes were reserved for the wee ones.  They always knew that Nana would welcome them with a smile, a hug and a “Who’s at my door?”

This is the first thing that came to mind when I thought of the word “Welcome.”  I can just see this lovely, saying her greeting as she opens the door, always followed by a hug.  The best of welcomes.

I would like to have my own welcome phrase, said to those who are most special to me when they come to my door.  Maybe it doesn’t have to be a phrase, maybe just a feeling.  And maybe it does not have to be to just those who are most special, but how about all?  Errr…even those I don’t want to open my door to? Hmm.

I wonder– how do I make those who visit my home feel when they come in?  Do I take just a moment to look in their eyes and smile with mine, letting them know they are seen, important and welcomed?

What about the most familiar faces that come through my door?  My husbands.  My daughters…

I decide to think about my own signature welcome.  Might I find my own way of showing them my open heart and a home that is theirs, where, like no other place, they can feel the most welcome.

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