Welcome to this week’s edition of the Five Minute Friday writing prompt link-up! All you have to do is set a timer for five minutes and write . . . no overthinking, no right or wrong answers. Just let it out!
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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: BUT
Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.Â
This past weekend, I asked my 17-year-old son to text me when he arrived at his friend’s house after he had been out somewhere else first.
“I’m here” came the first text message.
Then the follow-up: “I did hit the stop sign though.”
After a bit of back-and-forth via text message, he explained that the road was icy and that even though he was going slowly, when he tried to turn into his friend’s street, his wheels started spinning and his brakes didn’t do anything to slow him down.
In the text message he said the car bumper was messed up and the hood had a dent.
Ha. When we eventually saw the car, the bumper had been taken off because it was scraping the road when he drove, and the “dent in the hood” was . . . ahem . . . definitely more than a dent. We’re talking busted radiator, air conditioner compressor, clamp to attach the bumper . . . the list goes on.
It was only when I saw the car that I realized how gracious the Lord had been.
It could’ve been so much worse. My son was not injured, and nobody else was around. He slid into a stop sign and not a tree.
So now, like a few months ago when he broke a bone in his knee playing soccer, I’m back to playing taxi, driving him to and from school because he no longer has a usable car.
And while I don’t love having to shower at 6am again to be ready in time to drive him to school every morning, I’m trying to remind myself that he leaves for college in six months and these extra unexpected hours in the car together are to be savored.
STOP.
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Join us with your own five-minute freewrite on the prompt, BUT, then visit your link-up neighbor to read their post and leave an encouraging comment:Â
I really spend a lot of time
sitting on my but,
and to make this quatrain rhyme,
I’ll have a cashew nut.
So now, where was I going to go
with this train of thought?
Yes, of course, aha!, I know,
and should never have forgot
the “But God!” call that rules my days,
even in a cancer’d place,
for He who daily earns my praise
steps in to give me gentle grace
when I feel weak and can’t go on,
for in His loving arms I’m strong.
Oh my. So glad he did not get hurt. That’s a very big praise.
Thank you, Sandra. Amen!
It’s often amazing when we find out the rest of the story! So glad God protected your son!
Thank you, Jerralea!
Oh, the joys (and woes) of having a young driver in the family! I am not quite at the stage yet, but it’s close! Thanks for providing some perspective through your story. 🙂
Also, thanks for continuing to keep this community going through the years! I used to participate a while back but got away from blogging for quite a while. I was so glad to learn that FMF was still “a thing” when I started writing again this year!
So glad you’re back! 🙂
yes, we can rejoice in the buts when they are God’s interventions! Blessings.