This week the topic for the Five Minute Friday link-up post is Alive. What is a link-up? Essentially a link-up is when you join other bloggers and write on a similar topic. You share your blog posts with one another and begin conversations via a host site. You can head over to Kate Motaung’s page to check out other entries from inspired bloggers. Here’s my five minutes of uninterrupted, unedited writing on this week’s topic:
When I Feel Alive
Spring is upon us. Morning showers have become the compliment to each day’s commute. Dew rests temporarily on petals and on earth. The luminescence of the sun paints the horizon in golds, reds, and yellows. This is when I feel alive.
He takes my hand in his lacing finger between finger. In love he strengthens me. His confidence gives wings to my dreams. He holds me in my weakness and showers me with kindness. This is when I feel alive.
In the light of day a small bundle jumps into my lap. Her small arms wrap around me and her gentle words recount her love for her mother. The girl with her soft curls beckons me with her desire to be talked to, to be read to, and to be played with. This is when I feel alive.
A bell tolls in the distance. Thirty pairs of ears obey my instruction. They belong to pupils awaiting knowledge with hearts panting to matter and to feel loved. They hear my words and follow my my commands, but what they are most attentive to are my actions. My character is perceived and learned by those entrusted to my care. This is when I feel alive.
A new page is turned an a pen is uncapped. Emotion pours forth from my heart to words upon the paper. Writing gives life to each sentence. The Lord writes my story through words; he builds and deconstructs syllables. To tell of His story I toil in peace. This is when I feel alive.
A Savior on a hill. Cursed, bruised, and despised he looks his last at those he came to save. His purpose in death was fulfilled. But his promise in life was still to come. Jesus died to give us life so fill your life with things that make you feel alive. Each life-giving moment is a testament to a Savior who gave his so that we might live ours. This is when I feel alive.
At this moment I am coercing my toddler to eat her dinner at the table. I’m explaining that ketchup stains are not complimentary to the living room carpet. I am also advising her that the milk I just poured into her small glass belongs to her and not the cat, her momentary nemesis.
She’s in a phase where she thinks completely disregarding me is acceptable. This, I know, is a precursor to the dreaded teenage years to come.
However, in this moment my natural instinct to become angry is clouded by many thoughts. I am blessed to have such an inquisitive, strong-willed girl. Although it may be difficult to appreciate these attributes today, I know that one day she could be a wonderful lawyer if she should choose to become one. She would be so fabulous in this position because she began to perfect the art of debate at such a young age. (Too bad mama never let her win!)
I am thankful that I’m raising a girl who knows what she wants and doesn’t easily back down. These are two characteristics that she will truly benefit from in the future, but right now in this instance she is not reaping those benefits. (Her mama also possesses the gift of not backing down.)
As frustrating as toddler-hood can be God is giving me the privilege to raise a young girl and teach her all about the finer things of life. Everyday God provides me opportunities to coach her through life lessons. So instead of losing my cool I will do my best to stay calm in this moment and remember that I am her life coach. It’s my job to teach her to take these skills she’s trying to practice on me and put them to better use. I will try not to let anger direct my words, but instead teach her lessons in love and respect.
It’s all about perspective!
I am taking a new step in this whole world of blogging. For about a month I’ve been researching link-ups and how they are valuable in growing your blogging community. Essentially a link-up is when you join other bloggers and write on a similar topic. You share your blog posts with one another and begin conversations via a host site. After the idea of joining a link-up was decided upon I sifted through so many groups and topics that closely resembled my blog personality. I settled on a link-up called Five Minute Fridays. From what I can tell this link-up values faith and writing. Two things that speak so much to my soul. Each week the host of the link up (Kate Motaung) posts a topic and those joining the link-up write for five minutes on that topic. I’m really excited to get going in my first ever link-up. I hope to meet many new bloggers who share my passion for both writing and faith. Blogging is such a blessing and has taught me to be courageous in so many aspects of my life. So without further adieu…my first link-up:
When I was younger I used to dream of this. I remember closing my eyes and picturing the life I have now. I wanted to be happily married with a family I’m crazy about and doing something I love for a living. For so many years I worked so hard to achieve those things for myself and here I am. Life is better than anything I could have ever imagined.
My husband is a great guy who keeps me laughing and on my toes at all times. He may get a little crazy about basketball sometimes, but let’s face it his passion for his dreams push me toward my own. He is a great dad who is always supportive and present. I love having the same schedule so that we can be so active together in the life of our daughter.
In my early dreams I don’t know that I would have thought I’d be a mother of an almost three year old by my twenty-fifth birthday, but sometimes God’s plan is better than my own. I can’t imagine life without my inquisitive and fun-loving toddler. She makes me smile and adds a little more purpose to each day.
I recently finished my fourth year in my current teaching position. I’ve been so richly blessed in this profession and I’ve grown and developed so much in that short amount of time.
Some days I know that I lose sight of my dreams. I get hung up on the day-to-day mundane tasks and forget that this is the life I waited, trained, and studied for. The last thing I do every night is take a look at these dreams that I’ve accomplished and I say a little prayer of gratitude. Life is nothing if we can’t dream. And dreaming is believing that you can do it. At times, my dreams go unrealized, but that’s when I remember that God is a bigger dreamer than me. Sometimes those dreams line up and other times I have to trust that His are better than mine. It’s such a blessing to reflect and see in hindsight how God was dreaming divinely even when I couldn’t understand it.
Keep on dreaming!
The long awaited day has arrived.
I awoke this morning to a little something different in the air. Something that made me jump out of bed, select a bright colored (sweater and boot-less) outfit from my walk in closet, and hop in the shower to prepare for the day. For once I was not dreading the nasty weather awaiting me outside. I wasn’t hoping I could build a cocoon in my bed from which I would never escape. I was instead eager to spread my wings and fly beyond the four walls of my home.
Winter had overstayed its welcome. I love the fact that I live in a place that distinctly experiences changing seasons, because each season brings with it new memories and a fresh start. However, I think all midwesterners were like me today and did all they could to soak in the new warmer temperatures and thawing ground. It sure feels like spring is here to stay. From the moment I awoke I could smell it…
Spring is in the Air!
My day at work was productive. I’m looking at the potential for my first uninterrupted five day week of school since mid January. It’s crazy how big of a difference a little sunshine can make to my productivity. As I left school today, the sun was still WIDE awake and shining warmth down on me. I rushed home to my daughter and husband who were more than ready for an outdoor adventure.
I cooked a quick dinner and then the three of us were out the door. Our little family walked the streets of our neighborhood. It has been too long since we were last able to do that. It felt so good. Next we ventured to our neighborhood park. Our daughter enjoyed returning to the playground she had abandoned over the cold winter months. She was even more delighted to learn that she had grown a little bit and was now big enough to play on some of the equipment that she was too small for before the reign of the snow and ice.
She reunited with neighborhood friends. It was so much fun as parents to watch her play and laugh with them.
Since I was in school myself, as a student, spring has been my favorite time of the year. I enjoy the promise of longer hours of daylight and watching everything that once was nearly dead and dreary spring back to life. The colors of spring are vibrant and bring much needed therapy to those who were bound to the inside for so long. The warmer temperatures warrant the wear of lighter and brighter clothing as well. Oh, how I love spring fashion.
So, Spring, feel free to stay. You are welcome to remain for as long as you would like.