Happy 4th of July weekend!
Even (most) holidays don’t slow us down at Five Minute Friday, so we’re still here with our usual weekly writing prompt.
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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: TRANSFORM
I accidentally painted my house this week.
Well, I should say I accidentally *started painting* my house. Because there is still so. much. work.
You see, my husband and I bought this house nearly five years ago, and for nearly five years we’ve been discussing, debating, and disagreeing about how the heck to make the (very) ugly front look a little less ugly.
We can’t afford what we really want to do, so I kept saying, “Give me a can of paint and I’ll make it look better than it does now.”
His argument was, “What’s the point of painting it if we’re just going to change it later anyway?”
Well, now it’s been nearly five years and nothing has changed, so on Saturday I finally got him to agree that if I did all the work, I could choose the paint color.
I didn’t miss a beat. By Monday morning I was at the paint store and by Monday evening after work, the first coat on the first section was complete.
I thought I could have it all done in like two, maybe two-and-a-half days.
Ha. As usual, I was wrong.
Apparently it takes me about two years to forget how much I hate house painting and recover from the trauma of the last experience, because I took on major interior painting projects in 2021 and 2023, and now here we are in 2025 and once again, I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
However.
I will say, a can of paint can work wonders. It’s amazing to me how a fresh coat and a change of color can really transform the whole look and feel of a place.
So, I’m all for the power of paint, I just wish I could afford to hire someone else to do it for me. 😉
STOP.
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Kate, I love this. A coat of paint can really do wonders, and lay a foundation for the desire to keep the improvements coming.
A coat of paint upon my soul,
a bit of caulk secures my eyes,
and in a way, I’m remade whole
much to my faint heart’s surprise.
Task and purpose fell away
as pain strengthened its upper hand,
until at last there came the day
that God bid me to understand
that I could be a transformation,
living, breathing, walking change
to make a new, fair situation
at turning of a re-read page
to crisp and new-born poetry
that tells of God, and not of me.