Five Minute Friday - Home

It's time for the "Five Minute Friday" blogging post. The inspiration comes from Lisa Jo Baker. 

What you do is set your timer for five minutes and write whatever you want according to the prompt Lisa places on her blog every Friday. Then you go back, link your blog and give support to those who posted before you. And, we connect on Twitter with #FiveMinuteFriday.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

Home

Home used to mean a structure. A place to live. Where I put down roots and made a nest. Home no longer means any of those things. Home is where I will go when I die and am Heaven-bound. That is home to me. My existence in this world is temporary. We all are here on borrowed time. God's time. And, when God calls us home, what a glorious day that will be. Home is where my heart is. My heart is with my Lord Jesus Christ and my place is at his side. Just as he's been at my side my entire life.

So, we can all live in our temporary structures with roofs over our head and a place to park our car, but can we really call that our "forever" home? Events change in our life. Will the house you live in now, be the same house you live in next year? In five years? At the end of your years? Nothing is the same except change. I think I heard that quoted somewhere. Only one thing is constant in my life. God's presence in my heart.

My "forever" home awaits me. Do you have a forever home to go to at the end of your days?

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Five Minute Friday - Afraid

This is my first attempt at the "Five Minute Friday" blogging post. The inspiration comes from Lisa Jo Baker. 

What you do is set your timer for five minutes and write whatever you want according to the prompt Lisa places on her blog every Friday. Then you go back, link your blog and give support to those who posted before you. And, we connect on Twitter with #FiveMinuteFriday. 

So, today's prompt word was "AFRAID". 

I am naturally afraid of everything. I take that back, I worry about being afraid of everything. I am afraid my husband will get in an accident while commuting to work. I’m afraid my children will lose their jobs or have some terrible illness befall them. I’m afraid that my grandchildren won’t know love or happiness or the beautiful innocence of just being a child.

I’m afraid that some kind of illness will take over my parrot, Bailey, or my dog, Jack. I love them so much and they are so much of a support system for my Bipolar Disorder therapy and me that I don’t know if I could handle having something happen to them. I take anti-anxiety medication all day long, just to keep a tamper on my run away anxiety and worry and fear. It helps. It gives me hope that my fears are unfounded and just nasty voices in my head whispering my deepest fears to me when I least expect it.

I haven’t always been afraid. I used to ride sport motorcycles and ride on the back of my husband’s sport bike going 140 miles per hour. I loved the way I could stare fear down and have it back down, not me.  Those days are gone. Are you afraid of something in your life? How do you handle it?