Five Minute Friday: After

Five Minute FridayHere's the deal. Five Minute Friday. You go find the little prompt at the wonderful Lisa-Jo's blog, set the time and write for five minutes, and then just stop. Where you are, no edits, just publish raw words. (yes, I did just copy paste that from you, OneGirl) And even though it's technically not Friday anymore... Here we go.

After: Go.

I was a girl lost in a world of craziness. I didn't know what to do or where to go, and I made a lot of mistakes along the way.  I tried everything I could to do the right thing, be the right person. I was hurt and alone. A whole life of pain, anger and fear lay behind me. Abuse, sin, emptiness. It was all there ever present in my mind, displayed before me as a testimony of my life. I refused to let that be what my life was made up of. So I fought. I struggled. I prayed. I cried. A lot. And I'm here. And I smile at that. Because now I know that all of that was my BEFORE. 

But it isn't before anymore. This is my life. My love. This is my AFTER, and this is what matters. 

1 Response
  1. Sarah Penner Says:

    What a beautiful blog and a beautiful post! What a wonderful after the Lord has given you! So very glad I stopped by from FMF! Blessings!
    ~Sarah from

Post a Comment

  • I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I'm a photographer. I'm a lover of Jesus. My house is a mess, my kids are dirty, we eat take out more often than not. My life is loud, busy and crazy. And that's okay with me.
    This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..
    Our daughter Ali, she's 9. She's fiercely opinionated and strong willed. She's a Daddy's girl, but the umbilical cord hasn't but cut from me, either. She's a gymnast, and proud of it. She spends more time upside down or turning flips than she does walking. She's crazy smart, and absolutely sure of it. She is my insufferable little know it all.
    Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.