Five Minute Friday: Rest

So back to The Five Minute Friday. It’s part of the writing community with Lisa Jo Baker. She provides a one word, and we write for five minutes, then hit publish. No editing or second guessing. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.

This week: Rest

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I’m laughing at the sheer synchronicity, blessing, God-confirming-ness of it all. Really I am. Because here’s what’s happened. As I’ve explored deeper into the community of the Five Minute Friday, I learned that as the clock trips over from Thursday to Friday, there’s an online Twitter party (#FMFParty) to kick off the writing prompt. Thought I’d have a look and see what was up. And there it was.


My daughter, years ago,
in a pose that makes me think of "rest"

#Rest

Sometimes God just wants to give you a huge, ginormous hug and say, yes child, you’re on the right path. That’s what I got tonight. That and kind of a freebie, if you’ll forgive me. Because just hours ago, I felt led to write about something I was wrestling with. Something I’m not good at. Something I’ve been specifically ordered to do. By my doctor. By my husband. By my boss. And by my gentle Shepherd who triggered a thought in my head: that the bit about green pastures in the psalms is an implied imperative. “He makes me lie down.” Sometimes, our Shepherd knows that He needs to make us rest.

Rest.

You can read about it if you’d like: To see what to do When the Only Option is to Lie Down and Rest. You can be frustrated about it. Or you can find a blessing in it. Something my mom said as we talked on the phone reminded me that it’s better to seek the blessing. And now I’m doubly blessed.

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