I’m sharing from Five Minute Friday…

Part of the launch team!








When I was about eleven years old, my parents moved us to a larger house and I can remember vividly crying my eyes out for weeks. I was the only girl in our little neighborhood, but one who was two years younger. We were best friends.


We moved out of county and I went to another school. It was the end of my life. I was terribly shy and awkward, and had just finished fourth grade. School was a scary place.


Years later, as a pastor’s wife we moved several times. Moving from place to place became the place God was sending us to…next. I tried hard to make the children comfortable, but some moves turned out downright hard. In fact, they seemed wrong for us.  But in most places, I dug the earth to plant a garden, and flowers. If in planting I was not planted to that place, it would not plant my children there either.


We had missionaries and neighbors in our home. Family joined us for the holidays. We came together at the table, occasionally food was hastily thrown together, and always something I baked. Baking bread always made a place feel like home to me. And then, of course, popcorn with a movie.


Moving is difficult, but without the right attitude of making a place become home, there is a disconnect. God has a place for all of us, and we only need take hold of his gift. Life struggles are always there, but He is your place, your peace.







I’m happy to be linking up with Five Minute Friday and explore another word…in five minutes. Here goes…


It is winter in Upstate New York. It’s a time when I would rather hibernate than rise to another gloomy, cold day. I have to admit that it’s wonderful to get out of bed to flick up the thermostat instead of stirring and building up a fire to keep warm. (This is after I have hunted and chopped up the wood).

While I write, a load is in the washer and I can hear the water filling as it comes through the pipes.  My great-grandmother had to build a fire, go to the well and pump water, and carry it to heat on the stove…all before washing the clothes. Progress is good.

We love our conveniences, but they also love us. Because our technology is so readily available and makes things happen more quickly, they set us up for more work and busier lives.

As you can see, I am writing while the washer is doing it’s work. It seems innocent enough, until the demands and obligations become so great that your life is one-continuous-job-to-do-after-another.

Our day may start at five am, but still end at 8 pm. Why? Because convenience has made us captive by pushing you to extremes. It becomes some state of euphoria to accomplish all the goals.

This is all so convenient for our enemy. As long as we continue a frenzied life he has little to do, except sit with a smile on his face. We make his job so easy.

Unless God brings troubles into our lives, we might only say a quick prayer when we encounter a bump in the road, instead of time set aside for calming the soul in meditative prayer.

Do we know Him as we scurry endlessly?

It’s still January and we could make it a goal to slow down and listen for God. Let’s give our enemy something to worry about…let’s slow down.