joining up with the fabulous writers over at Five Minute Friday. We write on a one word prompt for five minutes, no editing and then visit others who have written. Join in

prompt: Speak

Speaking to me involves having a voice. Sometimes people’s voices are ignored. Sometimes people speak louder than others and drown out what is being said.

I don’t speak up all the time. I have these wonderful moments where I practice assertiveness, but its only ever in my head. My mouth doesn’t open and say the words it wants to say. Instead I create great dialogues of what might have been.

Sometimes I find others speak too much. There are words that need to first be processed and more words are already on the way. I once sat in a small group where a girl shared her story for what seemed like an hour and when I left that night I couldn’t recall her actually having taken a breathe.

I think that speaking is important. I think that being acknowledged as having a voice that matters is so important. I think people being HEARD and listened to is of such importance.




#FMF – Place

gathering once again with my friends at five minute friday to write for five minutes on one subject…just letting the words come out. Also, make sure you visit those who have written ahead of and behind you. Make new friends and also see what God brought to mind for others.

finding place

12 years ago my life changed significantly.

A couple days after everything fell apart, I found myself calling several of my friends who living on the east coast and planning to visit them. I needed to get away and my year spent on the coast was one of my favorites.

I started off at my friend’s parents house. I had been to their house several times when I was there for school, and had kept in touch with them for several years. They were very welcoming of me, even when I was in such a state. They let me have some time to myself but also involved in me in their every day. I remember going to my friend’s grandpa’s birthday. The family has a long line of farmers in the family and there was a rowdy discussion about which kind of tractor one should and could drive and still be associated with the family (joking, but kind of not) I got to go out to the barn and meet the cows (such odd creatures) and spend some time visiting the grandma that has recently had some health issues. It felt so good to be part of life, forgetting as much as I could that I was just avoiding the inevitable.

I went to my friend Andrew’s house next, and stayed with his parents and him. They also managed to include me in their every day, having several family gatherings (his brother and sis in law as well as uncles and aunts lived near) as well as exploring that beautiful area. He was one of my best friend’s while I was at school in Toronto so we were able to have some very pointed conversations about what had happened and how I was attempting to deal with it. We ended up visiting one of his friends who was running an independent bookstore (so awesome!) and while they caught up, I went and perused the books and ended up buying one about processing grief and also one by G.K. Chesterton.

The night before I went to see my friend Allison, I realized that I thought that I had called her and told her I was coming and asked her if i could stay over and i realized that I never had that conversation. I was supposed to fly out of the city that she was living in, and totally forgot to call her about hanging out. Thankfully she was gracious and had me come over. She was working, so I slept in and we chatted when she wasn’t trying to catch up on sleep. She was one of my dearest friends and it was soothing to talk through things with her as well. We are still friends, we have moved apart relationally but are still in touch which I am so thankful for. We ended up going to see her grandma as well, and visiting her parents as well. It was so nice, once again, to be part of people’s everyday and trying to forget about the heartache that I was trying to forget.

it was so nice to have these three groups of people to offer me a place to go when I needed to run away and just refresh my mind. they gave me a safe place and soft place to land. I will always hold a special place in my heart for them and for the gift these days were for me in a hard time.




#FMF – Collect

1)to gather together, assemble
2)accumulate, make a collection of
3)to regain control of one’s self

joining together with those fabulous writers to are compelled to put their pens to paper or fingers to keyboard each week and find out what one word inspires in them each as they write for five minutes unedited. its always interesting to me to see what comes of these ‘brain dumps’ for me.


The Christmas tree in our house is very unique. My brother and I have had ornaments selected for us when young, and then had the joy of being able to choose some that we liked as we have grown older. We have a tradition of each receiving a new ornament for that year at the breakfast table on Christmas morning. My parents receive one that represents our family, and then my brother and I each receive one. My parents chose rocking horses to be a theme for my brother and bells to be a theme for me. Over the years we have stepped away from certain themes when certain ornaments catch our eyes, but since my brother and i are both over 30 and that is approximately 60 ornaments with my parents ornaments, we have a very full tree.

I have collected bells that are too big for the tree, and decorate mantels or bookshelves in the house. One year I found Crate&Barrel and went crazy and ohh and ahhed over the selections. I chose some gorgeous carved items for my mom and dad, and a silver trike for my brother and a glass pig for me (I adore pigs). There are framed pictures of horses for my brother, and some hand made items that don’t fit the theme. Ornaments made from cardboard, spraypaint and glued noodles from my preschool days.

We love the Christmas holidays in our house. The calm of the music, the amazing food, the gathering of family, the tree all aglow just has a calming about it. The past couple of years, my brother hasn’t been able to make it home, but we have still filled the tree with his ornaments. Unfortunately, with the group of ornaments we have, we almost need to have two trees to get them all out, so each year, different ones make their appearance.

the best part of all this collecting is that at the end of our decorating, when we sit down to enjoy the tree, it always looks amazing and kind of looks like we planned for it to all match. What a cool blessing.



#FMF – Should

don't let the shoulds

For two weeks in a row I have completely forgotten and thus missed out on #fmfparty on Twitter! But I shall write on the prompt at least this week!

Love joining this group of people and chatting it up until we get the prompt and then we all break to write for five minutes on one subject. I’ve been part of this group for a couple years now, and I’m so glad that I ventured into it. They are such a blessing to me. Both through their writing and the prayers they offer up for me.

So join us and gather together to write for five minutes on one topic…no editing, and be sure to check out what others around you have written (its a community after all).

should (v) the past tense of shall: used as an auxiliary verb to indicate that an action is considered by the speaker to be obligatory

There has always been alot of things in my life that I feel that I should be doing, or should be feeling, or should be abandoning. Those ‘shoulds’ come from things I’ve read, I’ve heard, I’ve been told.

and perhaps some of those suggestions are helpful, freeing even. But putting a should on something, is pretty much paramount to putting a weight around your neck and letting your shoulders feel its full weight. Sure your grounded, but you’re definitely not moving anywhere very fast. More often then not, for me at least, should has a means of keeping me stuck where I am, rooting my feet to the ground, rather then feeling like something that might free me.

so where do you go from here. there are things that are indeed obligatory. but do you decide these things for yourself. do you decide what should and should not be in your life. There are things that are required for life – eating, drinking, sleeping, some basic self care (ie showering, etc), but after that what kind of obligations does one follow. There are things that we are shown how to follow after in the Bible. there are words that our Lord challenges us with in this same Word. and then…expectations of society, things that have been pressed into your heart.

the should have’s are what weighs me down the most. looking back. not being able to change things. wishing i could. and keeping myself stuck in that dwelling.

i didn’t remember what this week’s prompt was and this morning the above quote struck me as I was reading some prompts and sharing on Story Sister (something that I’m apart of) it stunned me. And it will be my take away about ‘should’ this week.

Don’t let should weigh you down. Don’t let it settle on your shoulders. Take it in, reflect and then do or move on. Don’t let it keep you chained where you are.


five minute friday

I’ve been keeping these things stopped up now for so long that I just can’t find the words. You’ve read that before…its not different now.

My work situation is difficult right now. There has been a high turnover rate in coworkers in the past two months and we are at about 70% brand new heading into the Christmas season. It is frustrating to say the least. As well as schedule usually is done very last minute so we have sometimes a weekend before we are starting the new schedule and I’m not sure he even looks at it, because this past week it was all people who’ve been around for awhile in the morning and brand new people in the evening. all of them new. None of them really having an idea about anything. That sounds like a great idea. Needless to say we’ve heard some interesting stories from our customers…and it seems to go over my managers head why this might be a problem.

Morgan and I living together is going well. We are heading towards our fourth month of living together and we are making it work. We have been able to have some good chats together, gone on a couple road-trips and shopping expeditions and spent some time over food together. I am thankful that our friendship is being built up like this.

Our church bought a building that is not too far from where we live. That is a huge answer to prayer because we needed to not rent, we were running out of room. However, it has meant that we’ve gone to three services and they are all full. I feel like I don’t see anyone anymore, nor have very little contact and so i’m feeling adrift at the church I’ve been at for over 4 years. In the school it was a bit more open so we could see people as they walked by or congregated in similar areas but now it is rare to see anyone really gathered because its too small for people to really gather much of anywhere. I am thankful for the ministries I am involved in so that I am still able to see a couple people one and one, but otherwise I feel adrift. I took a weekend a couple weeks ago to go to a smaller church that is a bit farther but still on our end of the city. I reminded me of the churches I went to growing up, smaller and very family oriented. I wasnt’ as fond of the preaching as what I have at my church but it was Biblically sound and made me ponder things so I think that is good. I didn’t find it overly friendly, only two people said hi to me, but I think that sometimes friendliness comes with time as well. I may take time to visit that church again soon. We’ll see. if I wasn’t in a position of leadership right now, I’d probably make more of an effort to try out a couple other churches. Right now I feel like its just too big.

I was really inspired reading Kroeker and Craig’s book and had responses written to all the chapters and was writing notes and then all of a sudden my inspiration just dried up. It was so frustrating because I really wanted to finish strong with the group. thankful that I can go back and read through others reflections on the chapters, perhaps it will inspire me again. I keep reading things that I am inspired by but then can’t actually get anything to leave my fingers to be reflective of what i’m thinking. maybe one day i’ll be able to put my finger to the keys again and have something worthwhile be produced.


so that is what is happening lately with me.

I wrote this last month, but was unable to post it until now.

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I still can’t look at her message to me without a knot forming in my throat.

The words are simple, and I know that she didn’t know what she’d unleash in me by sharing them.

How are you, beautiful one?

Those last two words; they are the ones I choked hard on.
And the tears began to fall.
And I knew that I didn’t have the words to reply.

I could have just gone with the easy answer of ‘I’m fine’…but she’s the kind of person who deserves the truth and I’d honor her with it….if it didn’t hurt so bad.

So its been months and I’ve not written her back.
Because I just don’t know what to say.
I can’t put this pain into words.

Because if there is something that I believe far less than anything else its that I’m beautiful…in any shape or form.

I’ve no idea where this started or where the lies began to creep in but I’ve believed them for as long as I can remember. They go deep. They haunt me.

Today I read a post by my friend who is a nurse. He encountered a patient who was struggling with many things, but one of them was cutting. He took her to look at her scars in the mirror because he wanted her to see she was more than her scars. At first she wept for the pain, but then as he began to get her to see aspects of her that she loved she began to see past her scars. It was a moment of redemption…and I wept as I read his words.

Because some days the invisible scars loom so large that I’m unable to see what I love about myself, and be thankful for how God has created me. I know that hating myself is to throw God’s creation back in his face, but that doesn’t stop me from doing it.

There have been days I wish I was brave enough to cut.
People who aren’t desperate for a release from the pain don’t understand that. Don’t understand how that could be considered bravery.

And perhaps its not. But it gives a release. And somedays I wish that I could just let all this hatred and pain run out of me in liquid form.

Don’t worry. I won’t start now. I’ve lived this long with the pain, and I’ll continue to. But there are days when a story shared seeps so deep into my heart…that I physically ache. And there are days, when a simple greeting leaves me breathless because I can’t acknowledge the possibility of truth.

That is where I’m at these days. Unable to grasp the truth.

Story 101 reflection on Muse/why write

I love to write because it helps me to get what is in my head out on the paper. I have to be able to get through things and I don’t think that I can do that without getting those things out of my head. (love this music..its the civil wars) I love reading what other people write. And there are things in other peoples writing that just really jumps out and speaks to my heart. Sometimes I have to respond to that. Sometimes there are words, sometimes there are phrases and they just stick with me. They become part of me. I haven’t  been able to write as much lately because it seems like I’m stopped up. Like I have a bunch of stuff up in my mind and I can’t get it out. I sit down to write and all I get are fragments, but I guess that’s better than nothing. But I don’t sit down and make myself write either. Sometimes I just think that I should be writing but then I distract myself with other things. Perhaps I’m afraid of what might be revealed in my subconscious if I took the time to actually write stuff down. Perhaps I’d have to deal with some things that I don’t want to deal with. I think that is the truth of the matter. That I remember little things and sometimes I think of things that I need to work through but they are just a glimpse and they are too painful so I shut them away again. But I wonder how freedom would look how it would taste if I knew what it was past the door that I keep slamming and don’t let myself explore. I think that’s it I’m the one that’s holding myself back. I’m the one that’s finding things that need to be worked through but the fear is too real and too strong, and it keeps me from being part of the conversation, part of the healing, because I’m afraid and that fear is stronger than any change that I want to see in my life right now.