The end of the week – a good time for few words.
Want to take five minutes with me and see which ones bubble to the surface?
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how we do it:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing or tweaking.
2. Link to www.thegypsymama.com and invite others to join in!
It’s a great way to exhale at the end of a beautiful week.
Today’s topic/word is: WONDER…
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just stopped doing all of the stuff I’m “supposed” to be doing and just did what I wanted to do. Oh dear.
Sometimes I wonder what I could do with this writing thing if I really had uninterrupted time and the absence of fear.
Sometimes I wonder what would unfold if I truly would just give it all up to Him, to throw caution to the wind and let Him guide the plan completely – not just a little bit here and there.
Sometimes I wonder if leading a ministry is worth the impact felt at times on my family.
Sometimes I wonder why God keeps placing the same kind of people in my life repeatedly but really I know – until I learn the lesson I’m supposed to learn from this specific population, they’ll keep surfacing.
But then I wonder why? Why am I being called to this group of people I often have so little patience with and allow my bound-by-the-flesh humanity to rule my thoughts? Oh, yes. Because I need to grow in this area. Phooey.
Sometimes I wonder why it takes so long to empty me of me and fill up with more Him.
Sometimes I wonder why I’m so impatient.
Sometimes I wonder why I’ve been blessed with so many resources and others have not and yet are also far richer than I in so many ways.
Sometimes I wonder if I am doing right by my children or if I am just royally screwing them up.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if coffee were no longer available. Oh dear. I shudder to even consider it.
Sometimes I wonder why the clutter begins to develop again as soon as I get somewhat of a handle on it.
Sometimes I wonder why I found a handful of peas on the corner of Spencer’s room last night.
Sometimes I wonder why God has chosen me to do some of things He has chosen me to do.
But then I rest and know. He does this to us all. Because really, there is a purpose that only YOU, only I, can fulfill.
And I gasp at the intimacy of this and marvel at His design that much more.
The Ghana series will continue and conclude this week, friends. In the meantime, did you say you might want to help some goats?
The Fern House was gifted with five goats last week. Now here’s the thing about goats, friends.
Goats in Ghana (sounds like an intramural sports team, doesn’t it?) roam free on the streets and are skinny little guys due to the absence of grass and other green plants goats typically like to snack upon.
However, goats are also a huge income generator – the women of the Fern House can breed them, use their milk, and slaughter them for meat (sorry all you vegans).
As of right now, the goats are marked as belonging to the Fern House and they roam the neighborhood. Every now and then someone checks upon them to be sure they are still around – apparently, goats are like dogs and can be trained to stay in a specific area.
Did you ever think you could know so much about goats? You get lots of bang for your buck at Mommy on Fire, eh?
All of this to say that we are doing a little experiment encouraged by our class led by the awesome Jay and Beth Loecken from “Passion to Action”.
We have $50 between three people. This money was given to us as part of a “pay it forward” experiment currently being done in the “Passion to Action” study.
We want to see if we can leverage this $50 to $450 to build a pen for the goats so they will not be lost or stolen and can be kept healthy.
If you are in for contributing ANY amount, even $5, please let me know in the comment section and I will contact you with specifics.
You will be sent a photo of our goat friends along with a thank you note…:)
Thank you, baaaaa-ary much…(So sorry – couldn’t resist…)
Some of my new goat friends in Teshie, Ghana
Goat and chicken party on the streets of Teshie, Ghana