a /five minute friday/ entry
This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday link up.
I was supposed to free write on the prompt word for five minutes, then publish.
Friend…such a thing was impossible, at least for today. I’ve always been an “edit as I go” kind of writer, which, admittedly, is not best practice.
Frank Viola says “write like a drunk, edit like a surgeon.” My effort today resembled more the work of the toy restoration artist in Toy Story 2: slow, painstaking, and irritating for anyone watching.
It’s okay — I’ll get better. Life would be boring if there wasn’t anything to improve.
Once is a word that fills me with anxiety.
It speaks to me of scarcity, of missed opportunity, or an irretrievable past. How things “used to be.”
It’s uncomfortable.
Redemption of a definition is always possible.
Renewal of my mind is always the desire and gentle specialty of my Father.
Once *can* mean
a lesson internalized
a comforting memory
beautiful progress
task checked off.
I write for pew-weary Jesus people. Here’s your invitation to embrace + experience your truest identity as God’s beloved. There’s always room for you.
