Liz Rasley

I’m doing this 5 minute writing challenge again..and late. Again.  Same old song and dance, just sort of new move in the dance each week.  Today, posting on Saturday evening.  And you know what? That’s ok.  I take Five Minute Friday as a suggestion to start thinking about writing.  Still. Only takes me a day (or so) to react.  Yes, I’m aware of the irony, and the name Five Minute Friday.  But, regadless-I’m still giving myself grace and yet also a pat on a back for doing it.

A reminder in case you’ve missed it, this is the Friday Five Minute writing challenge, and the details are below in case  you want to play sometime…

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

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 at least 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-

Afraid

I don’t really want to write about this topic, I’ve been putting it off, if I’m truly honest with myself.

Afraid.

Who wants to write about that?

All the thoughts in my mind go to the scary things, afraid of the dark, afraid of getting hurt, afraid of what bad could potentially come upon me or my family.

Afraid.

What a not-so-strong feeling it inspires in me.

And honestly, afraid, some days, is what my faith is.  Fear-based.  Looks a lot more like a bargain plea, a prayer of insurance with God-prayers for safety and well-being and my ability to handle it all because I’m afraid.  Afraid I can’t do it all on my own.

Which, in reality, is the first step in faith.  Prayers.  Faith so small you wonder if you even possess it at all.

The other? Loving and trusting God, and remembering to do that, even when I am afraid. To remember He’s got this even if the afraid things happen.  And in that, He has me too.