Welcome to the final Five Minute Friday link-up of August!
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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: BEHIND
Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.Â
I know, I know . . . All of my posts lately have been about getting kids ready for college and preparing to be an empty nester. That’s just the season of life I’m in right now and it’s kind of all-consuming, so what else can I say? 😉
This past Monday, I drove a van load of my daughter’s things to her new off-campus apartment on the southside of Chicago. She actually drove herself the night before to collect some belongings she had stored at a friend’s place and on campus during the summer.
As we took trip after trip up the steep flight of stairs to her second-floor dwelling and kept filling up the tiny room she would be sharing with another girl, I told her over and over again, “This is too much stuff. You don’t need all of this. I’m going to have to take some things back with me. There’s just not enough room for all of it.”
But she continued to assure me, “It will be fine!”
She didn’t want to leave any of it behind.
So instead, I left her behind with an apartment full of boxes, suitcases, and overstuffed bags. And I drove home in an empty van, just me, myself, and I.
Now that I’ve been home for a few days, I’ve been wondering, “Why do I feel like I’m the one who has been left behind?” She’s moving forward, embracing this new school year and all that it has to offer, and I’m still here folding laundry and defrosting chicken in a quiet house.
Although she did text me yesterday: “When you’re in Chicago in two weeks to drop off my brother at school, can you come get some of my stuff?” 🙂
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The folks who know, say I’m behind
that gruesome ol’ eight-ball,
but I don’t care and I don’t mind
and that might say it all.
Cancer’s tearing me apart,
each day’s a single bowl of rice,
but it goes down and warms my heart,
and does taste kinda nice,
and I don’t need to ask for more,
I love each every day.
There’s somewhere up ahead a door
through which, with grace, I may
pass with heart and soul quite awed
as I become a pal of God.
I can relate! My youngest just had his first week of college…technically, I’m an empty nester. I’m glad he’s dorm roomie with his brother. I’m thankful they’re just an hour away. I’m thankful my oldest two are back home for a short season…that’s just it. These seasons change, and we get to see what God has next. May He bless you, Kate, as you adjust and see what new adventures He has in store for your life.
Feeling left behind? I can relate to that feeling. I am sixty-three years old, and I feel others are coming up and passing me by. Not that I don’t have plans, they are all there watching me, wondering ‘when will you get to it?’ However, I recently read that standing still can be your enemy, but if you move slowly, you will arrive just in time. So I hold on to that and hold on tighter to God, who is my strength.