On Fridays, we gather at Lisa-Jo’s place in reckless abandon with words and hearts and comment love for as many as we can visit, but especially the one that linked up just before. Some are bleary-eyed from a late night gathering we call #FMFParty on twitter. Some are scraping to find the 15 minutes it takes to write, find the
perfect right photo and then
post. Whatever your situation today, I’m
glad you are here and I offer you a cupcake as a reward. Enjoy!!
It has ZERO calories or fat!
As a bonus, I want to introduce you to Fluffachu, the unofficial mascot of #FMFParty. The photo is courtesy of the ever-lovely, uber-ninja Crystal Stine. She can often be found occupying the #1 position on this here link up. If you want to learn more about the origins, search #Fluffachu on twitter and have a read.
Here are my five minutes on: JUMP
Oh, yesterday was a day of leaping. Not of leaping for joy or playing leap frog with the little in the yard, but the big girl kind with prayers, and knotted stomach. The first was more of like a scary free fall as I wrote about a phobia I’ve had. Trembling hands hit publish and the photo at the end was still hard to look at without hyperventilating a little.
The second was a bigger leap. This was the leap from a steady, even place of minimal responsibility to much higher ground. This leap, if I don’t quite make the other side, will let down friends, me, and I fear God – but I know I can’t make it on my own strength.
The third leap – well, I’m praying, bending the knees, swinging the arms, building momentum.
Thinking I might just make this