Five Minute Friday scribblings, Mothering, Relationship

Hold: Who Holds You?

 

Mom Son hands

By +Jeanne Takenaka @JeanneTakenaka

My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—Hold. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!

HOLD

“I need some cuddle time, Mom.” My ten year old told me just yesterday.

“Cuddle time” looks like a ten year old frame cuddling on my lap curled into a ball with my arms wrapped around him.

It’s one of my favorite things to do: to hold my boys. There’s something so intimate and vulnerable in those times. Of course, we usually end up in a tickle fest. But those brief moments, where they’re still…where we’re still.

The world swirls on, it’s busy frenzy all around us. But those few minutes…we’re still with each other.

I know these cuddle times are limited. My guys are ten and eleven after all.

And when they stop asking for cuddle time? I’ll have to hold them more loosely. As they head into the scary, uncharted waters of the teen years? Where temptations and peer pressure try to mold them into something they were never designed to be?

Then I’ll have to trust that my Father holds them, and knows them, and cuddles them in the perfect ways they need.

Backpacks

It about breaks my heat to think of a day when they no longer come rushing into the house after school, wrap their arms around me and say, “Mama, guess what?”

I like being held by them too. Those boy-arms, all spindly and skinny? They have strength to squeeze he breath right out of me and the love right into me.

When that day comes where they don’t run through the door anymore, I’ll trust that my Father-God holds these boys He gave my us to raise for a short time.

He’ll hold them when I’m too far away.

He’ll hold them when they get into trouble and see no way out of it.

Trusting God will hold me too. Each and every day.

What about you? What causes you to feel loved? What or who holds you?

Kate Motaung Five Minute Friday—Hold

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Five Minute Friday scribblings, God, Relationship

Whisper: The Power of a Whisper

Dandelion blowing

By +Jeanne Takenaka @JeanneTakenaka

My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—Whisper. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!

So much could be said about this word! Below is my five minute free-write on the word, “Whisper,” and some thoughts that came to mind. I could have taken it many directions. I hope you’ll share some thoughts about whispers in the comments below!

Whisper:

I raised my voice at my son—again—trying to get him on task with some activity or other. Got on him to try and get him to focus. I repeat myself in a normal tone of voice.

Again.

A wise woman encouraged me to whisper when I want to get a point across to my kids.

Whisper the words. Quiet enough where they have to stop and listen.

You know what? It worked. They focused in and listened. And did the thing I was asking of them. Without me repeating myself.

If only I remembered this more often.

It makes me wonder if God ever whispers to me. Sometimes I hear Him whisper my name in the night. When I’m about to drift off to sleep, or in a dream.

Sometimes I think He’s whispering encouragement to me when I’m having a dark day.

He spoke in a still small voice to people in the Bible. A quiet wind to Moses when he asked to see God.

There’s power in a whisper that cannot be gained by noisy voices or a noisy world.

Autumn grasses

When my ears are attuned, I hear the most amazing truths that come in a whisper.

Sometimes my husband whispers to me that he loves me. Or I whisper those three most magical words in his ear at the end of a long day.

A whisper offers power because it causes the listener to stop what they’re doing and just . . . listen. To focus attention on the speaker.

A whisper is powerful in its quietness.

Words spoken in a whisper are remembered in ways words yelled are missed.

There is power in a whisper. Do I use that power or do I forget it?

Do I listen when God—or my husband, or my kids—whisper something to me?  I need to learn to be still more so I can hear the whispers meant for my ears.

What about you? Have you ever heard God whisper something to your heart? When do you whisper?

Kate Motaung: Five Minute Friday—Whisper

Change, Five Minute Friday scribblings, Life, Uncategorized

Change: Yearning For Change?

Change Arrow

By +Jeanne Takenaka @JeanneTakenaka

My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—Change. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!

Change

Isn’t it crazy how we sometimes yearn for change without realizing it? When I was single, I wanted a change in my status, in the form of a gold band (and a diamond) on my left finger.

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God gave me an amazing husband. A change in status led to many changes in addresses as we traveled at Uncle Sam’s will with the Air Force.

After a few years in marriage, I yearned for a change in status again. Children. We’d tried to have children, but God’s plan was not for us to conceive. That change in my plans about broke me. But, he did give us a change…..we had the privilege of adopting two amazing boys.

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Anyone who’s a mother knows that change is the daily constant with kids in the home. I haven’t yearned for any more changes in status because I want to cherish each moment with our kids.

And it might be in part because under it all, I don’t like change. I like predictability in my schedule, in my days.

God has a way of mixing things up though—of changing them—because it’s through change that I am forced to draw near to Him, to trust Him through it.

Change is not something I often ask for, but when I have it 1) leads to more change and 2) challenges me to grow deeper with Jesus.

Black Canyon Steps

Change…..status, roles in life. Yearning for change without knowing it has led to lasting changes in my character (thanks to Jesus taking over more of who I am). It’s led to depth in empathy and compassion for others.

Evening Sun

It’s led to Him shining more brightly through me.

Change is seldom something I yearn for. But, when God’s given the asked-for yearning, He’s blessed me far more richly than I could have ever imagined in the initial asking.

What about you? What’s your take on change? WHat’s one word of advice for walking through change?

Check out Kate Motaung’s FMF: Change

Five Minute Friday scribblings, Five Minute Friday: Tell, Living with Intention, Love

Tell: What Do My Actions Tell?

Mom Son hands

By +Jeanne Takenaka @JeanneTakenaka

My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—Tell. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our new hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!

Tell:

Much fills my mind this week as I ponder our Five Minute Friday word: Tell. Thinking of the sudden death of Robin Williams, and all the conversations surrounding his passing.

What do I TELL others? I tell my kids the things they need to get done (wash the dishes, please, sort the laundry, homework before play…..)

I tell my husband about my day

I tell my friends my struggles.

I use my words to convey normal, every day messages.

But what about those words that I treasure in my heart? Those thoughts I have about others, about Jesus? Those truths that both break my heart (Iraq) and mend it (God’s love heals the wounds).

Wild flowers burgundy amid white

How do I tell my love to those who people my life? What do my actions tell my family?

I’m convicted when I think about how I allow the tyranny of the urgent to overpower my ability to show my love to my family.

To tell them my love without ever using a word. I need to guard my time, lest it be taken up with the urgent rather than the important.

I need to tell my family I love them through my words, yes. But also through my undivided attention. Through my willingness to set aside a task and listen—just listen—and be a seat for a boy who climbs onto my lap.

I tell others my love when I show my care for them.

Yes, there is a place for words—to tell friends what they mean to me. To put into words the admiration, the gratitude in my heart, the joy which they add to my days.

Words mean so much more when followed up with actions.

What do my actions tell others?

What about you? How do you tell others of your care for them? What actions speak love to you?

Kate Motaung Five Minute Friday: Tell

Fill: Filling in the Gaps, Five Minute Friday scribblings, God, Uncategorized

Fill: Filling in the Gaps

 

Black rocks and waves

By +Jeanne Takenaka @JeanneTakenaka

My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—Fill. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our new hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!

Fill

The idea of filling in the gaps is one I love. I pray it when I’m praying with a friend who’s struggling with motherhood, or being the wife she needs to be, or another area she feels a lack.

I pray it for myself when I know I’ve blown it with my kids.

Black rocks and waves

Only God can really fill in my gaps.  He knows them better than anyone. He knows the areas where I”m weak. Where I fall down when I should be standing. God fills in the gaps in my life.

I picture a piece of lava rock, black and with porous holes cratering it. Then, I picture God, like the sand that fills in those holes just to completion.

God completes me too, when I let Him. He fills me up in my weak areas. Where holes have been carved out by the currents of the world. Wounds have been etched into my heart. Lying thoughts have worn grooves into my mind.

Coral

God can fill each of these with His perfection. He strengthens me where I’m weak. Or, He redeems what I’ve blown in some way.

God fills in the holes in my understanding of Him with His truth. When I’m yielded to Him, He can waylay the world’s currents and fill me instead with His love, giving me eyes to see the world as He does.

He can fill the heart-wounds with his healing touch, with his balm of Gilead. He restores what the moths have eaten. He makes even better the attempts I’ve made at doing my best.

grooved lava rock

He smooths out those lies grooved into my thoughts, and replaces them with His truths. He gives me what I need to walk by them.

He fills in my gaps.

What about you? What fills you? How has God filled gaps within you?

Kate Motaung–Five Minute Friday Fill