There is a scene in the movie Lilo and Stitch (which, if you couldn’t tell by my avatar, is a favorite movie of mine) where Stitch sits all alone and realizes he is alone and cries out for help. It is only because he has realized that Lilo doeshave a family that he realizes that he does not. Not only that, but he also comes to see a family as something essential that he is lacking.
It takes a lot to say that. How many times do we not say it because we don’t realize we need it? How many times do we think we are fine because we have never seen that we are not?
“What a wretched man I am! Who will save me from this dying body? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord!…”
Five Minute Friday is a link-up where you free write for 5 minutes on the topic. This week’s topic is Help. Find other blogger’s interpretations here.
Where do we get this idea of “help”? Why do we ask? Why do we give it?
Isn’t it amazing that God allowed us to be made in His creative image? We get to create. We do!
Even in the mundane, we can still be creative in various ways. I love The Hidden Art of Homemaking, a book by Edith Schaffer. It explores aspects of homemaking that can be transformed as an avenue for creative expression. Reading a book to a child can be a way to use your love for acting and drama. Writing a letter to a friend can draw on your passion for written word and transporting someone to a particular place or feeling. A grocery list can come to life by your spontaneous sketches on the margins – or perhaps the pictures can form a way for young children to “read” the list.
We can create wonderful moments in many places. What a beautiful gift from God.
Five Minute Friday is a link-up where you free write for 5 minutes on the topic. This week’s topic is Create. Find other blogger’s interpretations here.
I am a young adult; an age with many opportunities and decisions. Now is when I must decide what I am basing my life on. I have to choose which foundation. No longer can I do the “lowest common denominator” (remember those from fractions?). I can’t just do the basic things that fit into all 5 of my favoritest world views.
If I want to actually build something which my life, I must make sure my foundation is level and choose which blueprint to use. I have to start making decisions according to that philosophy. And when I do, people will start to know which blueprint I am using.
Am I building according to Humanism? Do I really think God is the only god? If I believe people need to know about Christ, how does the way I live my life support that?
Five Minute Friday is a link-up where you free write for 5 minutes on the topic. This week’s topic is Build. Find other blogger’s interpretations here.
Good thing I had to stop at 5 Minutes. The list of questions that swirls around my head can go on and on and get overwhelming. What questions do you ask yourself?
This is usually a private, very personal journey, but Angela and Byran Tucker invite people in to this sacred passage in their documentary Closure. It centers around Angela, a trans-racial adoptee, and her search to find her birth mother, birth father, and eventually her entire biological family. Well, not entire family- but I won’t give too much away.
The relationship between a child who is adopted and their biological family is always a unique, personal story. Closure allows viewers to get a glimpse of what it is like for an adoptee to process their own story and identity. Angela and her family- adopted and biological- have invited the viewers into their lives, openly sharing their fears, hopes, and hurts. I cannot emphasize enough how transparent Angela and her family are on this sacred ground, in their hopes to educate and encourage others.
Changing my schedule after foster children leave is the hardest for me. It is a process of totally replacing them. The time I used to read to them is replaced with personal study time. Afternoons spent giving them wagon rides are now reserved for a new project. An alarm on my phone set to wake my little sister up (to Frozen music, of course) has to be deleted.
I have never been ready to delete her alarm. Not for a year and a half.
It would be admitting that she is not coming back; that she will not need that alarm again; that she will not need me again.
But now, after admitting it here in writing, I am ready. I can let go of the alarm setting.