It’s Friday and you know what that means: time to hang out with the Five Minute Friday crowd and write bravely for five minutes on a one word prompt. If you’d like to join this raucous crowd, you can find the prompt and link up at http://www.lisajobaker.com. We’re nice, I promise!
We’re moving. I’m sure you’re sick of hearing about it, but there it is. Today we signed our financial lives away on a mortgage for a home in our new city. I don’t want to leave the home and city down South where I’ve become comfortable, I really don’t. And yet, I’m going to do just that in a few short months, for some very good reasons.
But one of the many, many gifts God has given His children is the ability to choose. I can choose how to view this move: as a adventure, or as a punishment of sorts for some imagined failure. I get to decide that for myself, nobody else.
I can choose to sit around in my new-to-me home in my new-to-me city and mope about having no friends, if that’s my cup of tea. But frankly I’d rather find someone to share a cup of tea (better yet, coffee), so I’ll be out there striking up conversations with any people I see that look like they might welcome that sort of friendly intrusion. I can choose to sit on the sidelines or get out on the field.
That’s true about life too. We can choose to sit out our lives on the sidelines, creating excuse after excuse for why we want to stay safely out of the fray, or we can choose to be in the game, where things get messy and sometimes you get bruised or fall down. When I come to the end of my life I want to be able to say that I was all in, that I didn’t hold back, that I might be battered and bruised but I left it all on the field.
(Not sure where those sports metaphors came from, but that’s the mystery and wonder of Five Minute Friday. Sometimes in the writing stuff comes out that you weren’t even aware was in you!)