This is a poem written in five minutes flat, on the prompt “Slow” for the Five-Minute Friday linkup.
Slow is a breath of fresh air
after writing for days and days,
copying, pasting, editing, sending.
I open the front door
and step out into February sunshine
seventy degrees and breezy.
Writing for five unedited minutes on the prompt, Weak. Thoughts about my new book on the fruits of the spirit.
When my love is weak, apathy spreads.
When my joy is weak, irritation climbs.
Festive Fridays are for counting blessings, recapping posts, announcing giveaways, and sharing special treats with you.
This week I’m linking up on Five Minute Friday. I set a timer for five minutes, and here’s what I’ve written on the prompt “Breathe.”
Breath of Life
This wait is crushing
Do you have trouble feeling still in your life? Are you constantly seeking control when your life is chaotic? That’s a common challenge for me, and I’m happy to share this calming poem with you.
This week I’m linking up for the very first time on Five Minute Friday. I set a timer for five minutes, and here’s what I’ve written on the prompt “Control.”
Today’s post is based on chapter 7 of my book, Newness of Life.
Recently I read a post on Jennifer Dukes Lee’s blog about grief, penned by Cheri Gregory. Cheri wrote so beautifully about grief, I want to include an excerpt here.
