Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt—Store

Our final FMF prompt for this year—store.

I think of store as always needing to get to for yet another item or gift in preparation for Christmas. Scripture also comes to mind, as its wisdom teaches us to store up treasures in Heaven. Golly! How do I make these two meet? I feel like a slave to one and a slacker towards the other.

Intention and prayer is my answer. I must go to the store to prepare well for Christmas, and I must not loose sight of what I store in Heaven by serving well in this season.

Lord, grant me the wisdom to attend to each store well.

Merry Christmas FMF friends, and dear readers.🌲

Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt—Strive

Strive. The word conjures up an image of hard work and effort, and rightly so, as that is it’s meaning. I am of retiring age so I do not feel the need to strive so hard at this stage in my life. Except for one thing very specific—strive to be more like Jesus.

I know folk like me far better when I example these traits Jesus showed us which we are called to live by and strive for: Honesty, dependability, giving others the benefit of the doubt, treating others the way we want to be treated, tender-hearted and forgiving, just to name a few. Would you agree?

Yet, Jesus is rejected by many of those He loves and came for. It seems rather like one dismissing a parent, yet at the same time selfishly taking and receiving all the wonderful benefits the parent has bestowed on the child. Does this make any sense to you, dear reader?

Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt—Hidden

God makes life easier for me. Glory!

He knows my coming, going, when I sit down, when I rise, when I am foolish and when I sin. Nothing is hidden from Him.

So I need not even consider trying to hide. It will not succeed. This makes my life easier to live. I can tell Him all my worries, pains, sorrows, foolishness, and confess my sins. He hears, helps and forgives. Not only that, He carries them and tends to them for me if I leave them at the foot of The Cross. There is no god like Him. Do you know Him?

I want to be like Paul and Silas singing songs to Him in a dark, dank prison cell, confident He hears and cares.

Every “hidden” thing is seen and known by Him. Unlike Dr. Frankenstein who hated his creation, God loves His!

O God You know my foolishness, and my sins are not hidden from You. Psalm 69:5