Here’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 pull up the Twitter and watch the words flying across the screen. 140 characters connects us from states and even countries away.
Tonight I am tired and it’s all I can do to pull up a new blank sheet and begin to put words to paper, or screen I should say.
There are just so many people to love.
I don’t feel like there’s anything left in me, and we’re only two weeks into school. The easy classes I signed up for were switched with incredibly hard teachers, which means my 18 credit hours are really more like 24…all while trying to maintain a social life with my sorority, co-lead a bible study, lead girls in my Rho Gam group, work as editor for a school publication, and work for (in)courage.
Oh, and people keep saying I should try to remember to eat something every now and then?
There’s a story inside of me that has begun to seep out but man oh man is my brain fried, my heart tired, and my body exhausted.
But the #fmfparty community? You sing life to everyone, even those just watching the tweets roll by. I am soaking in your love and pretending we’re all just part of one giant, state-spanning bear hug.
When all I can do is stare at the binders taunting me from my desk just three feet away, I’m tempted to throw my planner against the wall it a fit of red fury that’s really just pure exhaustion.
I struggle to find the line of overcommitment, all while knowing He has placed me in spaces like Samford and (in)courage for a purpose so much bigger than me.
So when this place is empty of words and the Twitter is quiet, know that I might be seeing red behind my tired eyes, but you are faithful to pour love right back into me, no matter what color I’m seeing.
Thank you for replacing my red with yours.