It’s been too long. I haven’t written a Five Minute Friday post I weeks. That’s not a terribly awful amount of time. But it’s been too long. Too long without the delicious surge of words that flow at the reveal of the prompt. Too long without the company of these women that feel like home to me. Too long without pushing myself to see if I can stay within the limits and boundaries (not always). But always, there is the safety and comfort of this community.
On Fridays a bunch of brave writers gather here to all spend 5 collective minutes writing on a single prompt. It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week. This blessed, beautiful place where we open our hearts and let words and tears and the inner workings of our lives bleed and flow and dance across the virtual pages. Yes, this community opens wide and invites you in to share. Come and visit and read. You will be blessed.
This week: Bloom
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You feel them. I know you do. I see you there. As I’m out online perusing the blogs and roaming through the Twittersphere. Sometimes you duck your head and whisper softly. Sometimes you linger against the virtual walls; leaning back and letting your fingers and eyes dart around the space that begins to feel like a room that you see through a door that is really only a screen.
The words call to you – you feel them pulsing in the very core of your being.
You write. You know you do. Even if you don’t have a blog (although you might), you have a journal, a notebook, a folio, or some secret stash of crinkled notes where the nouns and verbs and brilliant syntax swirl and dance and pour out of your heart and spill onto those pages. Scattered seeds seeking fertile ground.
I’ve seen you testing the earth where these seeds fall. You send something out into the wild of the ether; closing your eyes and praying that they take root. That someone reads. That someone hears. That the idea that you were born to write is more than just a dream you had when you were nine and you carefully lettered your name on the front of that speckled black composition book and said, “this is for my own.”
I have to say this tonight – I have to tell you that you are a brave sower of seeds; an adventurous scatterer of thoughts and ideas; a ground-breaking, edge-walking cultivator of creation. Your joyous gathering of praise. Your quiet meditations of hope. Your aching recollections of loss and longing. These things that go out into the unknown – these gifts that you plant. They will sink deep roots. Maybe not immediately. Maybe not always. But they go down. They take hold. Perhaps some will only grow for you (some blossoms are meant to be adored by only one). But they will grow.
Springing out and up, they will rise up and become stronger, more confident, more diligent, more faithful, more authentic. As you count your thanks and cultivate your gift, your words and your stories will go out and bear fruit. They will bloom. They will shine.
Be steady, beautiful heart. You are seen. You are known. Whether writing for the world as it abounds or the Majesty of an audience of One, you are cherished. You are loved.
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How to Join
Want to know about Lisa Jo Baker, how Five Minute Friday got started, and how to participate? All the details are here. 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.
I'd love to connect with you some more - stop on by the Three Bees Facebook Page or connect with me on Twitter @3BeesBlueBonnet. Let's continue the conversation!
Thursday, July 17, 2014
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Well, this may be the most encouraging thing I've read in a good long while, lady. Here I am to lift you up and you have beat me to it! Beautiful. So many will be blessed by your words here. :)
ReplyDeleteI can't say it any better Amy! My thoughts exactly!
DeleteThank you Amy and Lisa - love that you came to visit and were blessed here. That was my heartfelt prayer as I stepped a wee bit outside my comfort zone. I'm so much more comfortable encouraging one on one, and just wasn't sure if I could write to many. But trusting Him makes it happen.
DeleteSo much amen, my friend... and you too, too...er... uh - as well... (although tutu... I like that visual!) Clearly - I am lacking sleep as well! This was gorgeous and I love you and (now) that is all. Oh - and Neighbors!!!!! Woot Woot!
ReplyDeleteAll my tired crazy talk from Thursday was contagious, eh? So glad we love each other through all the crazy ups and downs and all the in-betweens. And YES (for the win), to be FMF neighbors? I've missed that.
Deletethank you and thank you. I am putting your words in my quote book: "I have to say this tonight – I have to tell you that you are a brave sower of seeds; an adventurous scatterer of thoughts and ideas; a ground-breaking, edge-walking cultivator of creation." --an FMF neighbor
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good place to be bookmarked. Thank you for visiting, and thank you for having me in your quote book!
DeleteDuly encouraged - beautiful words you've planted here! <3
ReplyDeleteSo glad friend - bless you ♥
DeleteYour syntax swirls and resonates - beautiful encouragement!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great take on "BLOOM". So well-written and creatively poetic. This line got me: "I have to tell you that you are a brave sower of seeds; an adventurous scatterer of thoughts and ideas; a ground-breaking, edge-walking cultivator of creation." Thanks for leaving your gift and encouragement for us to savor. I'm glad you joined FMF tonight! :)
ReplyDeleteYes, some blooms are meant to only be enjoyed by one. And that's not a bad thing! We just need to think about how God uses so much energy and thought for the encouragement of just one person.
ReplyDeleteLovely post tonight!
Oh wow!! I just adore the way you have written this and spoken deeply to my heart. To all our hearts. Bless you so much xx
ReplyDeleteSo good! I loved the correlation and beauty posted here Rebekah! Man, this FMF prompt has brought out some really great posts. So glad I visited yours.
ReplyDelete"I have to tell you that you are a brave sower of seeds; an adventurous scatterer of thoughts and ideas; a ground-breaking, edge-walking cultivator of creation." You are speaking truth into so many aching hearts with this post, Rebekah. I may even print this one off to post near my computer as a reminder for those days when I feel like a voice whispering into the wind. So much to love here!
ReplyDeleteRead this last night and had to come back and read it again before commenting. Thank you so much for the encouragement that our words do matter...they are sinking in...into my own soul or the souls of those for whom God will use them. Love love love this!! So good to see you at the Twitter party last night. Much love!
ReplyDeleteI have to tell you that you are a brave sower of seeds; an adventurous scatterer of thoughts and ideas; a ground-breaking, edge-walking cultivator of creation. Your joyous gathering of praise. Your quiet meditations of hope.
ReplyDeleteThank you for these words of encouragement today! Your words bring blessings and hope! XO
Thank you for these encouraging words...you get it...you definitely do! Thank you!
ReplyDeletewords I needed to hear today...thank you
ReplyDeleteYes, sometimes we write only as an act of obedience. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteStopping by from FMF!
Well, this moves me to tears. What can I say. You do not know how encouraged I was to read these words today. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteRebekah I enjoyed visiting you for FMF. I featured your blog on my Blue Monday post this week.
ReplyDeleteCome by and see me!
Have a good week,
Sherry
Interesting how we sometimes write along similar themes despite the fact that we write on completely different topics. Why bother? Because YOU can make a difference to someone.
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