Five Minute Friday: Hands

Well, apparently, I am a pretty lame blogger these days as my last post was last Friday's FMF. But, I am trying.

Linking up again for Five Minute Friday. Taking just 5 minutes to write, raw and unedited. Feel free to join in on this fun challenge.

Today's word: HANDS

Strong hands, calluses on the fingertips from playing guitar, that scar on the thumb from a our honeymoon ski trip where you gave me your gloves and then fell and cut yourself with your skis, the veins on the tops of the hands that stick out from all the use, the hands that play the piano with ease, that rub my sore shoulders, and hold on to me when I need it most.

Those 6 year old hands, finally losing the baby chubbiness, pulling apart Legos, holding a pencil, dirty fingernails from digging for bugs in the backyard, still holding on to me when we cross a street.

The 3 year old chubby fingers, fingernails painted pink, washing hands in the sink, plunking away on the piano, grasping a brush to comb your hair, buttoning buttons with such focus.

Tiny chubby baby hands, a sore spot from thumb sucking, clapping together, signing "all done," discovering everything, pulling open drawers, touching, touching, touching.

8 hands to hold, different shapes and sizes, some pull away, some hold tight....I am so blessed.

Five Minute Friday- Nothing

This is my first time participating in the 5 minute Friday writing challenge. I love the freedom in taking just 5 minutes to write-unedited and real. I would love for you to join me in this! Check out Lisa-Jo Baker's Five Minute Friday Challenge here. Word for today-Nothing.

Nothing...

that is what I want to do most days.

I wish I had nothing to do but indulge my every whim, to sit in my pj's, take a long hot shower, read a book, paint a room.  But really, who am I kidding? It's in having everything that I find myself longing for nothing at the same time.

Nothing would be very lonely. It would mean I wouldn't have you. I wouldn't have work, I wouldn't have joy. Nothing doesn't sound so nice after awhile. Because when you are filled full of things, wonderful things, busy things, hard things...you still have so much more than nothing. It doesn't fulfill. It doesn't make you grow or challenge you. Nothing is without. It indulges in your selfishness and leaves you feeling empty.

To be the opposite of nothing is sometimes more things than I want to be. To be wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. To have it all tugging at me, grasping for my attention. When it pulls me I release my notion of nothing and run into all those things, feeling the fullness of grace in having everything right here.