It’s time for another Five Minute Friday post, were we write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that Lisa Jo posts at 1 minute past midnight EST ever Friday. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation (although to be honest, I always worry about font. Is that strange?). Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
I wake early to search for the quiet. The peaceful times before sun rises, child wakes, day starts.
I settle in to the not so comfortable chair at the kitchen table to write. To read God’s Word. To create and drink coffee before the voices and needs of the day drill through and take my focus.
It is in these quiet moments that I know I can hear God if I choose to listen for Him. It’s these moments, dug into His promises, committed to seeking Him that I know I will find Him if I choose to look.
My soul craves friendship, companionship, hugs from my child and encouragement from my husband. Those things energize me. But only after I’ve found time in the quiet to set my feet solidly in line beside my Father’s. Without time in the quiet, in the still, in the moments where I’m just “me” and not “wife, mother, daughter, friend, coworker, writer, manager, planner, marketer, helper,” I lose my way. I drift toward the voices and labels that are loudest and cling my identity to them and I’m drained – pulled in too many directions.
When, in the quiet, I can just be “His.”