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Five Minute Friday: Story

“Read me a story.”

More than anything, my life has been marked by stories, either reading them or writing them.

Middle-aged blonde woman reading a book while sitting on top of a picnic table in summer

We all have a story to tell about who we are, where we came from and the people who have shaped us.

Some of my earliest memories with my dad are of listening to him read the Sunday comics to me after church. I would sit on his lap and he’d let me pick the comics for him to read while Mom finished preparing our dinner. I remember Mom snuggled next to me, reading a book to me before nap time. When I was older, I’d lay on the living room sofa with my nose in a biography for hours on hot summer days or long winter Friday nights. I was as much fascinated by the person’s story as by how the writer told it. Continue reading

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Five Minute Friday: Broken

“You’re too quick to want to be discontent,” the woman said to me on the phone.

I had misunderstood what she meant when she suggested I do something, and had interpreted it in a way that would cost me even more money when I could barely afford the purchase I needed to make.

late-day sun illuminates a bank of dark clouds, sky below the clouds is orange; blue ocean

Without clouds, the sun cannot delight us with color. Without adversity, we cannot know happiness.

I had thought her suggestion impertinent and insensitive, in a ‘let them eat cake’ sort of way. At that moment, I thought all of my plans were broken; I was not going to be able to do what I had set my heart on doing.

I should have trusted that what she was offering was logical and reasonable. I should have trusted that I just needed to work harder to understand her meaning. Continue reading

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Five Minute Friday: Belong

I think that more than anything else in the world, we are propelled through life by a desire to belong. We want to be a part of, to be considered good enough for, something larger than ourselves. We crave the connection.

white goose on the rocky river bank

When unfaithfulness destroys a connection to someone we love, we sometimes feel we do not belong to anyone or anywhere.

And conversely, when someone shuns us, lies to us, or betrays us on a monumental level, we are deeply hurt because the message is, at least in part, we don’t belong. We’re not as good as, maybe we’re not even good enough. Continue reading

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