Welcome to our weekly edition of the Five Minute Friday blog link-up!
We’ve just finished our annual October 31-Day Writing Challenge, during which many of us wrote and posted five minute free writes every day for 31 days straight. Whew!
And now it’s time for the regular weekly link-up . . . Ha! I’ve never run a marathon before, but having to write and post on Day 32 seems a bit like having to walk a mile back to the parked car after running forever. 🙂 Okay, maybe it’s not that bad. 😉
If you missed any posts in my personal October series, 31 Days of Writing Tips, you can find all the links here.
This week’s FMF writing prompt is: LAST
Ready? Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.
Have you ever suddenly realized that you missed the last time something significant happened in your life, without even knowing it was the last time?
It happens all the time — not the noticing, but the “lasts.”
Like graduating from high school and not acknowledging the reality that you might not see the vast majority of your classmates ever again — or at least not for a very, very long time.
Or the last time my daughter asked me to sing for her before bed. She asked and she asked every night, and she kept asking . . . until she only asked every few nights, and then maybe once a week, and then . . .?
Now she doesn’t ask anymore. When did she stop? What did I sing for her the very last time?
It’s almost like going the beach with a bag full of sand toys and one gets caught by the waves while everyone is playing with the others, and it drifts away with the tide, unnoticed.
And we all pack up and drive home and don’t even realize the one toy is missing until the next time we visit the beach.
When I think about it, it’s probably much better that I’m not aware of every “last” that happens, or I would likely live in a state of continual grief over so many frequent losses.
So perhaps I should keep taking mental snapshots of the moments that are, in case they too become the last, drifting out to sea.
STOP.
Join the link-up with your own five-minute free write on the prompt, LAST, below. And don’t forget to visit your link-up neighbor to read their post and leave an encouraging comment!
A last time for everything,
a cosmic end of days,
for hope rising on bright wing,
and for the hymns of praise.
No more al fresco coffee,
and no more dancing nights.
No more English toffee,
and no more Christmas lights.
But then, there’s no more chemo,
and no more waiting room.
I’m free as Captain Nemo,
sailing to my doom.
I’ll give the past a wave goodbye
’cause I have tomorrow in my eye.
This is so true, Kate. I remember the last time I sat in our rocking chair with my son and gave him a bottle before bed. I loved those sweet bedtimes. Then one night, he refused the bottle and never took another one. How I wished I had known and sat longer the very last time. It is a memory that continually reminds me to savor time.
Yep. Those last moments can either haunt us or make us smile. May all our words and actions bring fond memories of love.
Pouring my last cup of coffee for the morning, I slide my chair closer to the computer and dedicate the next five minutes to the word “LAST”. I am usually not the last. My personality has me arriving early to appointments, with a book tucked away in my purse, passing time as I wait to be called.
This year is different, however. I have made the commitment to sit at the feet of Christ and rest. As I learn how to do this, I am given an opportunity to lay down my sense of urgency and replace it with unlimited time and restoration. A sense of peace with my Savior, a sense of well being…. Five minutes are up, catch you next time.
Last:I am pouring my last cup of my Breakfast Tea for the morning, I set down at the kitchen table and thinking about the last time I gave my son’s a baby bottom when they were little and whispering I Love You in their ears when they were born and several time they were awake. I told them that they were my gifts from God to me to be there mother and to love them. I remember the last time my dad their grandfather heldt them. He was a proud grandfather hold his grandsons.
I love your analogy about finishing a marathon and then having to walk back to the car! I’ve never run a marathon either but it does feel a little bit like that today, and I’ve now posted for 33 days in a row since I did an intro post to my series on 30th September!
Thanks for all your work in hosting the challenge. It has been lots of fun!