Five Minute Friday – Quiet

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Hi There-

I’m doing this 5 minute writing challenge again..and late-ish. Again.  Friday is a great day, but for my writing and posting, it is sort of crammed, to-the-edges-of-the-day-sort-of-crammed.   But it’s worth it.  This weekly challenge alone has grown my writing skills in spades more than any other exercise I’ve done, so it’s well worth the time and the crazy for  me.  And oh yes, there is crazy scheduling chaos getting to writing this post.  But it’s worth it-the wonderful friends I’ve met along the way and their kind  encouragement as I go, and the gift of encouraging them.  Priceless that is, really.

So, moving on-

So, a reminder in case you’ve missed it, this is the Friday Five Minute writing challenge, just in case, you know, you want to play sometime too-

This is a weekly writing “game”  from my bloggy friend Lisa-Jo Baker, who blogs (and writes heart-breakingly, beautiful words and stories) at

So, here’s the challenge, should you accept it: you write for 5 minutes with freedom like you have no fear or shame.  And then you have to be brave (or pretend to be) and link up to her blog. Encouraging the writer who links up before you is part of the deal, too.  This last rule is crucial, as we all need to encourage others. Why encourage another writer? Because at one point or another in our lives, we all need encouraging too.

Each week is a new word, a new thought starter, and you have 5 minutes to write….and are you ready? go-


 In the quiet dreams are born, legends made, stories told.
In the quiet, no one has to shout it from the rafters, from the billboards, no one has to turn up the radio or blast the TV to hear it.
In a quiet moment, the quiet is a space, a pause, a whole lifetime sometimes lies within the quiet.
In quiet we think, we digest, we plan, we pray, we re-assess, we feel, we listen.
In the quiet we check in with God and ourselves but without the world’s cellphones, stadium lights, noises, and opinions intruding in and begging for a show, a dance, and spectacle for our diverted attention to behold.
In the quiet, we don’t have to be strong anymore, we can cry tears of tiredness, frustration and weight, the heavy weight of the price of living in this world into our wine glasses, Bibles, pillows.
In the quiet we don’t have to be strong anymore.  In the quiet we listen and we hear.
And perhaps that is exactly why we are scared of it.

2 responses

  1. Barbie

    Those last lines really spoke to me, how in the quiet we don’t have to be strong anymore. I am often afraid of what I might feel or hear God speak to me when I am quite. I fill my days with noise most often. But I do crave those quiet moments, where it’s just me and Him. He never disappoints in those moments of silence. Thankful I stopped by today from the Five Minute Friday!


    1. deep fragile grace

      Thanks so much for your thoughts! Glad you enjoyed.


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