So, here’s the skinny: I’ve been thinking about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And I figured, why not take 5 minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Just painting with words. Finger-painting even.
So now on Fridays over here a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
Your words. This shared feast.
A Five Minute Writing Challenge <—click to tweet this!
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
OK, are you ready? Please give me your best five minutes on:
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What do I see?
Well, I guess it depends on what spectacles I choose to put on today.
Does my vision depend on what my eyes see or what my heart sees? Do I walk by faith or by sight?
Do I see through the lenses of what the world values and tells me how to interpret, or do I see through the lenses of eternity? Do I see from God's perspective? or at least try and see what He wants me to see?
I can look at the situations I encounter each day as road blocks, or opportunities to take a path I would not have otherwise chosen.
I can look at the people I encounter as annoyances or as people the Lord has sent me to love and serve. I can choose to make this moment about me or learn to forget about me.
I love the part of the prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi:
Lord grant that I might seek to comfort rather than be comforted, to love than to be loved, to understand than to be understood.
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