Welcome to this mid-July edition of the Five Minute Friday link-up!
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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: PERHAPS
Thanks to Sharon Mizener for the prompt recommendation in the FMF community Facebook group!

Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.
In the middle of last week, my son was offered a two-week paid gig helping a friend’s company paint a house. He had to turn it down because he already had multiple commitments filling his calendar during those days — a second interview at a restaurant, a hair appointment, two separate dog-sitting commitments in a nearby town, caddying at a golf tournament, and more.
Then as the new week arrived, one by one, those commitments fell away for one reason or another. The manager wasn’t at the restaurant when he showed up for the interview. The hair appointment was actually scheduled for Friday, not Tuesday when he showed up at the place after a thirty-minute drive.
My sister canceled her dog-sitting request because her beloved dog of eleven years was diagnosed with cancer.
The other family canceled their dog-sitting request because they found out their vacation spot allowed pets.
As it turned out in hindsight, he could’ve committed to painting the house.
Watching the whole thing unfold (or perhaps I should say unravel) made me think of the passage from James:
“Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.” ~ James 4:13-15, ESV
Perhaps our week will go this way . . . and perhaps it won’t.
God is still in control, and He is still good either way.
STOP.
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I’m writing this past midnight
for I’m scared to go to sleep.
I won’t turn off a single light,
and won’t try counting sheep
for fear that I will not awaken
to a morning sky.
I do not want to be taken;
I don’t want to die
even though my faith is strong,
even though God lives in me.
I know that my dread is wrong,
but right now I can’t see
a way to make pounding heart slow
to accept the solace that I know.