Five Minute Friday: Jump

I was just reading my friend Bonnie's blog.  She has just started participating in something called Five Minute Friday. 

I used to love to write.  Still do. But I often find myself pushing it (as in blogging in these times) to the side to do things like cook, clean, exercise.

Yet I always have thoughts in my head. I "write" blog posts there all of the time.

So when I read about Five Minute Friday, I thought it sounded perfect. I can write for five minutes.  Maybe not interrupted in this family but for five minutes, surely I can.

This week's theme:  Jump.

When I hear the word, after I get the Van Halen song out of my head, I remember how when our kids were little.  They would be standing on something.  They would call to Daddy, close their eyes, and jump.  Not a care in the world.  They knew.  They knew he would catch them.

And that is what we need to do.

Some days life seems more stressful than I ever imagined it could be. 

My kids' behavior. 

Bills.  Bills.  More bills.

Work stress.

Illness and death.

That strange sound the van makes when it is idling.

Our crazy schedule.

On those days, I want to crawl into bed.  Pull the covers over my head.  Go back to sleep.

But instead, I need to be like my children.

I need to stand there, on the edge.  I need to close my eyes, take a deep breath, and jump.  Jump into the arms of my Father.

And I need to know He will catch me and hold me tight.

More soon,
Reba