Welcome to the first Five Minute Friday link-up of August 2023!

If you’re new to this community, a warm welcome to you. Each week we gather around a single word prompt, set a timer for five minutes, and write with abandon.

Learn more about the link-up and how it works here.


This week’s FMF writing prompt is: WATCH




Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO. 

I was spoiled to grow up on Lake Michigan. I have a deep adoration for it. I also have a deep respect for it.

Every year, whole bodies are swallowed by its mass — on rough days, but also calm. Hidden currents pull, foundations drop, waves pummel, depths call.

I am acutely aware of its abilities, but I’m still drawn to it. Still enamored by it. So when we unloaded all of our bags, towels, coolers, and other beach paraphernalia on my daughter’s 18th birthday last week and the first raindrops started to fall before our behinds hit the chairs, I looked at the sky and announced, “I’m running in to swim before the storm comes!”

I only enjoyed about four minutes before I was flagged in to pack up our bags and head home.

A handful of days later, this past Sunday, I looked at the calendar and saw it was empty except for church. The sun was shining, the air was warm.

“Let’s go to the beach!” I said to my daughter.

We jumped in the car and drove off.

In the water, she said, “Let’s go to the buoy.”

“No,” I said.

“I’m gonna go. There’s a sandbar over there,” she pointed.

The waves were present, but not huge. I knew she would be able to touch the ground all the way out without her head going under the water. And yet, even though she’s eighteen now, I couldn’t help but watch her bob all the way out there, memorizing her exact location until she turned and waved, triumphant.

The truth is, even if she had gone under, if her head had slipped beneath the waves, there was little I would’ve been able to do about it.

Next week we’ll drop her off at college for the first time. I will have to walk away, no longer able to watch whether she’s safe. I will have to walk away and entrust her to the only One who no longer promises to watch, but is mighty to save.





Writing Accountability Group

September 2023



I’m so looking forward to hosting another Writing Accountability Group next month!

We’ll meet eight times on Zoom in September to write together in real time. Who’s in?




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