//In my quest to create space where I’ve continually been absent, I’ve forgotten to live uniquely where God placed me. As I snuggle my feet into the thick blanket which smells of my children, and squish caddy corner to my husband’s sleeping body, I fit right in this place.
This place where the living room is half arranged, where the kitchen is in shambles of why can’t we just organize this area, where every area of this place, our place, is lived in.
When I asked God for a family, I wasn’t ready for all of this lived in life. I smile with delight. God’s provision over my life is far more purposeful than what I’ve envisioned. I am humbled by this place. And when my light is dim here, at home, my family shines and floods me open.
When my light is bright and blinding, my family reminds me that one light can burn out but many lights can show the way. My home is my place.//
Friends, I often forget my place. There is always someone or something that sparks me in another direction, leading me back home. I call them iron sharpens iron friends/family – warriors – ready to wave the flag of peace and love me back into place.
Knowing my place does three things for me:
- It draws me near to my family
- It shines God’s loving grace over me
- It reminds me I am not alone
What do you think of when you hear the word place?
It’s #FiveMinuteFriday. The word prompt is PLACE. Above is five minutes of free flow writing. I welcome your comments and thoughts.
The forward slashes (//) indicate where the timer started and ended. Your turn!
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