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It's 5-minute Friday at thegypsymama.  OK, it's Sunday here, but better late than never.  The challenge this week is to write for five minutes only with no editing or over-thinking on the word


As a missionary, this time of year is the time for good-byes.  We say good-byes to people we've known for years and years who God has called to stay in their home countries for awhile. These friends feel like family. We say good-bye to short-termers who have come for anywhere from two weeks to over a year.  We've come to love them, too, and have been challenged by their refreshing point of view.  Some are friends who are going away for a year and will come back.  There's hope in that, but still, we miss them the year they are gone.

This was my great-aunt's house where the entire family gathered on Sunday afternoon.  My dream is for a similar house and a similar life.
My dream is to live in a farmhouse on the edge of a small town.  My kids will all live in the same town. Every Friday we'll get together for games and every Sunday we'll have dinner together after church.  I'll attend all my grandkids' school and sports and church events.  Best of all, nobody will ever move!

A canal path in Oxford, England
But God has given me a life where I follow many different paths.  Think of all the paths I've followed since the 10th of April.....Oxford, England....Xenia, Ohio.....Saginaw, Michigan.....back to Xenia.....on to Jefferson Township, Pennsylvania......Cromwell, Connecticut......back to Pennsylvania......back to Xenia....on to Dubuque and Bellevue, Iowa for Daniel's wedding....back to Xenia....and finally back to Niger.

My heart longs for a place to stay and never move.  Yet God has given me the ability to love this life of always following another path.


So, here’s the skinny: every Friday for over a year hundreds of people join a kind of writing flash mob over here.
For five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real. All on the same prompt that I post here at 1 minute past midnight EST ever Friday.
Write and see what comes out. There’s no right or wrong.
It’s a #FiveMinuteFriday flash mob! <—click to tweet this!

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..


Janice said…
I just got around to doing my 5 Minute Friday today too! :) I love your post. That picture of the house is so homey!
Beka said…
You and I have the same dream! Good to know someday we'll be in a place that we will never need to say goodbyes again. Until then, my path reminds me it is not a house I am seeking, though somedays that sounds really good...
I too am late linking in. Been at a writers' conference. My path has taken me in various directions - but as long as God is with me - I am content.

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