Every Friday we spend five minutes spilling words and we forego editing and fretting, and just write. It’s fun, it’s free, and you should click the link above and try it! Or at least, read what some others write for fun on Fridays.
Now, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back to Lisa-Jo’s and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
This tiny spot that you will only see on certain maps, the place with 3 churches and 2 markets, one restaurant and less than 1000 people, it’s our Mayberry.
We tried to leave here. We looked over the mountain for a place closer to town, somewhere that didn’t require you to pack a lunch and have dinner planned before you went grocery shopping. We were newlyweds and thought we’d start fresh somewhere else. Somewhere better.
Turns out there’s no better place to be than right where God has you.
Three churches in this tiny town and in one we were married, in another we dedicated three of our children, and in the third we stretched for more grace, and we do leave here. From this place here in smalltown, so many of us leave every year to go into so many nations.
And the nations have come here, too. To our little country church along a windy stretch of highway, they come and share His works at Friday potlucks and Sunday service. Brothers and sisters from countries who would never let them leave, with gospel good news they could never help but share, they stand in an old general store and worship with us. All us country folk and this predominantly Caucasian community with a sprinkling of color and culture.
From here we launch missionaries. And here, this weekend, we are missionaries in smalltown who make 150 peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches and biscuits to feed an army, who camp in tents and stay up late to explain gospel truths to the children of this community.
This weekend the mission field is here in a cow-pasture cleaned up for water games and Living Water. Won’t you pray, pray, pray that these kids will drink deep and never thirst again?