We write for 5 minutes flat.
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
Today’s word is story. You can join in or read more Five Minute Friday posts over at Lisa-Jo’s blog.
We all have stories. The ones my parents tell, the same stories at the dinner table, or told to company, that we’ve heard a million times over and still laugh till our sides hurt or sometimes want to roll our eyes at the millionth and one retelling. Sometimes the stories are from the grandparents, or aunts and uncles, and even the great-aunts and great-uncles. Stories of prom dresses and of sawing refrigerators, of white-water rafting and flying airplanes, of hunting and of God’s mercy and grace, of smuggling Grandma and of money in purses that will purchase land.
Some of the stories are mine. Mine and my sisters’ . Mine and my husband’s. Stories of a house, stories of dance. Stories of loving on children in India, of trips across the country, of running barefoot down the interstate.
Stories of our heritage, our history, our humanness.
I look at my children. Still so tiny that many of their stories are still being written for them. But one day they will write their own. Stories of adventure, of love, and of God’s unending goodness. And I wonder, what will their stories be?