Joining Kate Motaung and a community of courageous writers for Five Minute Friday. The prompt is “Visit.”
A visit, by its very nature, is temporary. Even when the visit is an extended one, it is momentary, a temporary process.
We pack differently for visits than we do when we are taking up residence in a place. We make take a book or two but not our entire library. We pack toiletries but, especially when flying, the sizes may be smaller than what we usually have in our homes. And no matter how nice the location where we are visiting, even the homes of loved ones, we may make ourselves at home but we are not home.
I think of these characteristics of a visit and I cannot help but think of 1 Peter 2:11 which tells us, “Dear friends, I urge you as aliens and temporary residents not to give in to the desires of your old nature which keep warring against you” (emphasis added). I think too of the old hymn, “This world is not my home, I am just passing through.” We should care about the place where we visit but never to the point where we lose track of the fact that we are not Home.
Prayer: Father, I want to live more conscious of the fact that I am an alien and a temporary resident here on earth, that my time here is limited. Let me not do so in a manner that makes me useless. Instead, with the goal of pleasing You motivating me, may I, to paraphrase a quote often attributed to John Wesley, “Do all the good I can, by all the means I can, in all the ways I can, in all the places I can, at all the times I can, to all the people I can, as long as ever I can,” because one day, my visit will be over.
Joining Kate Motaung and a community of courageous writers for Five Minute Friday. The prompt is, “Open.”
The words of a song, which is in fact a prayer, flowed in my spirit in response to the prompt, “Open.” And so did a longing.
Open my eyes, LORD, I want to see Jesus.
Reach out and touch Him.
Say that I love Him.
Open my ears, LORD, help me to listen.
Open my eyes, LORD, I want to see Jesus.
There are so many things I can benefit from having open, as I go through life: An open heart, regardless of the pain I have experienced. The temptation is to close my heart, even barricade it after it is broken. But I want it to remain open so that the healing and love He has poured in will pour out to others.
I want to be open to whatever He wants to do in and through me. I want to live with my eyes open but not as someone whose eyes are open but who is in fact asleep.*
Oh, to be fully awake and living as He designed.
* The condition of sleeping with one’s eyes open is termed nocturnal lagophthalmos and one of the symptoms is blurry vision. Umm.
Joining Kate Motaung and a community of writers for Five Minute Friday. The prompt is, “Share.”
Selfishness. It seems to be bound up from birth in most human hearts, if not all. As evidenced by the fact that one of our first words as children is usually, “Mine.” Sometimes spoken in multiples, “Mine! Mine! Mine!” as we fiercely clutch an object to our chests. Sometimes it is not that we want it but what we want is to keep it from someone else.
One minister described the adult version of the clutching, the hesitance to share, as rooted in the fear of running out, rather than faith in running over. Running over. Is this not what the Father promises? “Give and it shall be given to you. Good measure. Pressed down. Shaken together and running over.”
Some children seem generous and tender hearted from birth. Freely offering to share whatever they have with others. Most of us however, have to learn to be generous. To give freely of what matters most. It is often easy to share what we no longer want or value little. The rub is to give what we value most and that often is ourselves, our time, our talents. But there is this promise, “The liberal soul will shall be enriched, and he who waters shall himself be watered.”
What can we share with others today? A smile? A meal? A hug? Eye contact? Time? A word of encouragement? There is truly no such thing as too much encouragement. It may not be obvious to us that someone needs to be encouraged but as Truett Cathy said, “You know someone needs encouragement if they are breathing.”
Joining Kate Motaung and a community of writers for Five Minute Friday. The prompt is, “Send.”
I cannot seem to think of the word “send” without thinking of a message being delivered and of a messenger who was sent
Such as John the Baptist, Zacharias and Elizabeth’s son born to them in their old age
John 1 declares, “There was a man sent from God whose name was John. This man came for a witness, to bear witness of the light, so that all men through him might believe. He was not that Light but was sent to bear witness of that Light. This was the True Light Who gives light to everyman coming into the world.”
And I think of the Great Commission and acknowledge anew that we are all sent to bear witness of the Light.
He sends us first to our brothers as Andrew to Simon Peter and to our Jerusalems and to every part of the world. But I rarely obey the order and it is one.
Send also mean to emit, as in a scent or perfume. And again we, as we yield to Him, we emit the fragrance of His presence everywhere.