Five Minute FridayHere’s the deal. Five Minute Friday. You go find the little prompt at the wonderful Lisa-Jo’s blog, set the time and write for five minutes, and then just stop. Where you are, no edits, just publish raw words. 



I live most days forgetting.

Nothing is amiss and life isn’t any worse for it, but I’m missing something that makes life go from good to grand.

Fabulous, even.

There’s a physical space, a part of me, that is broken and split wide all over, a place made by the Creator to remind me that I need you.

I can do it – the late nights, the stressful days, the hurried lunches by myself, and the always rushing to yet another thing – on my own. I can handle the crazy, I can own it, even. I’m organized and friendly, able to handle the stress for many days before it ever begins to pile over.

But there’s a problem.
It makes me dead inside.
It sucks the life right out of me, with these open places exposed.
These colds fingers are fragile and a little calloused, if we’re being honest. They work hard days with long hours, and the smooth edges long rubbed off.
Your warm hands, full of love and pumping with blood – life – heal the lonely places. We can do life together.

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I breathe heavy, tired and nervous and a little vulnerable, too. And then I breathe out, hands intwined. The in between is filled.
I need you.

Somehow, you need me.

These empty finger spaces are the window into my broken, calloused heart.

I didn’t know what I was missing until you held my hand and said, “let’s do this thing called life together.”



So there’s this thing that maybe you’ve heard of…Chasing History, yes?

It’s a new link-up I’m so proud to host every Monday.

Community. Jesus. The Word. Writing.

The only thing missing is you. Will you join us this Monday?

Pick any girl from the Bible and dig in – read her Story and get to know her…because those words written long ago carry weight today. They still challenge and encourage.

Write a little something and then link up with some fabulous ladies. Need an example? Read some great posts here and I’ll see you back here Monday. :)


A dear friend of mine once walked up to me at our school coffee shop and grabbed my hand, sliding her fingers in between mine, not caring who saw or what they thought.

It left a mark on me, this deep love of a good friend.

Tonight, I’m grateful for the ones who have held my hand during the storms and the sunrises, and I’m reminded to reach out my hand to others – because we all need someone in the in between.