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Afraid – Five Minute Friday

I am participating in a blog link-up, called Five Minute Friday over at Lisa-Jo’s site Lisa-Jo Baker – tales from a gypsy mama. There are a couple of rules, but basically you just write (no edits! *gulp*) about a specific topic for five full minutes and link back to her.

Afraid

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My husband just gave me a kiss goodbye, grabbed his breifcase and overnight bag and walked out the door. My weekend of alone-parenting begins. Girl time. I try to console myself with the fun and productive weekend I have planned, but my mind wanders to a place I don’t want it to go. A place of fear.

I think about the time he went out of town and was involved in a horrific four wheeler accident that could’ve ended with a broken neck, but thankfully only ended with a severely broken leg. (only????) The memories of that nightmarish time keeps my mind locked in a place of fear.

My mind continues to wander to another time when I went out of town with the kids… we almost lost my husband completely that time. Meningitis overtook his body and mind and he passed out. He was completely delirious and out of his mind. I flew home to find him in the hospital and completely unaware of who I was. For three days his mind was locked away as he fought through the sickness. It was beyond a nightmare.

So… sometimes I get a bit nervous when either one of us go out of town. I am afraid.

I can choose to live in that fear, hardly sleeping and filling my days with plenty of activities to keep the fear away…

OR

I can choose to pray. Deny the fear and hold onto to God’s peace. THEN I won’t be afraid.

When I am afraid I will trust in You. Psalms 56:3

STOP

Now it’s your turn… What makes you afraid?

Check what others are writing about at tales from a gypsy mama.

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FMF What I Learned from the Quiet Lady

QUIET

She was quiet. Her slippered feet wheeled her around in her throne (wheelchair) as she stared at me with eyes full of words. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Again. and again. She looked like she had something to say. Her eyes were full of words that would not leave her mouth. I was  warned it would be this way. “Don’t give up on her.” My sister instructed me. “Sit and give her a chance to find the words. They will come… in time.” So I sat with her. And smiled, or tried to. She made lots of motions with her hands. But I focused on her eyes. They were so full of unspoken words.

After what seemed like forever but was really just a few moments, she made some noises. The quiet was broken as she tried to speak. Her hands moved twice as fast as her mouth. I hear what I thought was “Sis-ter”

“Sister? Did your sister call you? Is everything ok?” The words tumbled out of my mouth quickly as if they needed to fill the quiet and the space.

“sis-ter. Call.”

She missed her sister. Oh how I can relate to that one.

But how would this quiet lady, who’s words were so hard to come talk on the phone?

I realized…. the bond between sisters doesn’t need words. Sometimes the quiet and just being there is enough.

I first wrote about the Quiet Lady, Hazel, after visiting her with my sister. You can read about her HERE. Her sister, Bessie, did move back next door and I often think about those two and picture them sitting together on the porch in sweet silence.

FMF is a blog carnival that Lisa-Jo Baker does over at Tales from a Gypsy Mama. Hop on over there and check them out!

Five Minute Friday: ROOTS

I am participating in a blog link-up, called Five Minute Friday over at Lisa-Jo’s site Lisa-Jo Baker – tales from a gypsy mama. There are a couple of rules, but basically you just write (no edits! *gulp*) about a specific topic for five full minutes and link back to her.

ROOTS

We load the car with presents, clothes and winter coats, set the alarm for way-too-early and drive. And drive. And drive. Finally arriving at our destination to see people we cherish and try to pick up where we left off last year.
The kids are pros at this. They can hug their cousins and run off to play in seconds. The teens take a bit longer. I can see the girls sizing each other up = eyeballing each other with shy smiles. They are so different how will they ever find common ground? But they always do.
I am not a pro. I was not born into this family and communications can be hard. I often feel left out. Some years I don’t have the energy to try very hard. But’s it my husbands roots, his heritage, so this year, I’m going to try as hard as I can to connect – with his roots.

That’s my Five Minute Friday! Hop on over and see what others are writing about. Or better yet, if you blog – join in!

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