I’m doing this 5 minute writing challenge again..and late. Again. And again. Friday is a great day, but for my writing and posting (and getting work finished for the week, and doing the family thing), well, Friday’s not the best in terms of convenience, but I still strive!
I still strive to do this sometime on Friday because although Friday feels like I’m held together by safety pins and paper clips by the time I get to this day, this writing challenge is worth it. And so is the chocolate that I reward myself with after I post. Just kidding! Sort of.
So, a reminder in case you’ve missed it, this is the Friday Five Minute writing challenge, just in case, you know, you want to play sometime too-
This is a weekly writing “game” from my bloggy friend Lisa-Jo Baker, who blogs (and writes heart-breakingly, beautiful words and stories) at http://lisajobaker.com/
So, here’s the challenge, should you accept it: you write for 5 minutes with freedom like you have no fear or shame. And then you have to be brave (or pretend to be) and link up to her blog. Encouraging the writer who links up before you is part of the deal, too. This last rule is crucial, as we all need to encourage others. Why encourage another writer? Because at one point or another in our lives, we all need encouraging too.
Each week is a new word, a new thought starter, and you have 5 minutes to write….and are you ready? go-
Roots: they go deep and reach high.
Roots-they all start in the dark; roots of a tree start with a single seed, buried in the deep, dark soil with only-God-knows-what. Babies, deep in the womb of darkness, before entering into the piercing light of an overwhelmed world.
Dreams, hopes, ideas that have changed the world, more often than not came from a person in a dark place in their life. That germination in darkness a catalyst before that cure, that aha moment.
And yet roots, found in absence of light and sunshine, are the only guarantee that we grow. Roots really are the only things that make us reach so high.
They curl, they dig deep, and they span whole lawns sometimes, their network so intricate and so large. But despite it ugliness of it all, they grow up and out and into trees with open, giving branches.
Not unlike ourselves.
Not unlike our Christ.