Moments ago, I finished reading Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat.
Well, that may not sound like a newsworthy confession, but I started the book at the end of September. And I'll admit, I had a difficult time getting through the book.
Not because it was terribly awful
But because it was terribly wonderful.
This book holds so much of my heart, and I couldn't let it go quickly. I had to cherish every story, every page because these people, well, they are my people.
And this book becomes a part of you. Page by page, word by word, I found bits and pieces of myself. You know those bits, those pieces you don't want to share because Satan tells you that you are all alone and no one else can relate. Well, these brave writers share those dark places. And they share those bright places. And in all of these places, their words point to God. Whether the prompt was JOY, HOPE, SHARE, or TELL, the stories spoke of our struggles as moms, wives, sisters, friends, and sinners and how Christ our Redeemer reveals Himself to us.
And for me, I wanted to hold on to this book as long as possible. I wanted to hurry to page 137 to find my own words, but I went slowly. And when I reached that part, my hand ran over the page, and I thanked God for the opportunity to share my story.
Now, the book is closed, yet I know it won't stay that way. I'll come back to it time and time again. I'll read those words of my Five Minute Friday friends. I'll share those words with others. And I will hope and pray that maybe, just maybe, there will be a "sequel" one of these days.
I encourage you, get a copy of this book, not because my words are in it, but because it is full of love. The writers of this book are eager to share with you how your heart can be shared in five minutes flat!
