When I started blogging a few years ago, one of the coolest things I found was that Five Minute Friday exercise over at Lisa-Jo Baker’s site. Here’s what that is all about (in her words)…
“So, here’s the skinny: every Friday for three years hundreds of people have joined a kind of flash mob for writers.
It’s open to anyone and everyone. Aspiring writers, closet poets, moms in the carpool lane waiting to pick up kids. It’s a chance to drown out the voice that tells you you’re not good enough, or talented enough, or well-known enough to qualify as a writer.
We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that I post at 1 minute past midnight EST every Friday. We write for joy and celebration of the written word.
There’s no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.“
I haven’t participated in a while, and by a while I mean over 8 months. But, today, that all changes so here goes…
FIVE MINTUE FRIDAY Prompt/Topic: WORSHIP
My intention was to start out this post by defining worship. In my attempts to research the word “worship” in different resources, I quickly found that defining it isn’t easy to do.
It’s both an act (homage, adore, idolize, etc.) and an attitude. In either instance, it connects our spirit & hearts with truths about God’s movement in our lives and the actual miracles and testamonies that we’ve witnessed.
And then there is the truth of how easy it is to slip into worshipping something without really meaning to – your children, a friendship, material things, a mentor, etc.
It can happen so quickly. What we find almost just as quickly is disappointment. Because there is no person, no thing that will rise to meet your expectations in the way that Jesus does. There is nothing and no one that will elevate you beyond yourself and what you think your capabilities are in the way that He will.
Everyone disappoints and that is just our nature of being human. I’ve been experiencing some growing pains in a friendship lately. It occurs to me as I write this that my hurt and disppointment isn’t really due to her actions or behavior. It’s because of where I placed that friendship in my mind & in my heart. I attributed such adornment to this faliable human and the friendship we share that falling from that pedestal was inevitable.
What I am being reminded of in the purest of ways is what I need most of all – Jesus. More of Him and less of me.
STOP. Five minutes are up!
That was refreshing! Want to give it a try?! You can join the flash mob of writers over at (in)courage~ home for the hearts of women. See ya there!