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...
We aren’t connected by a web of wires criss-crossing the world, through virtual networks and physical lines. It’s our hearts that have lines between them, interweaving webs of dreams and tears and sharing steps on this common journey.
I’m connected with you because I’m a daughter, a wife, a mom, a sister, a friend, an aunt, and so many other things. We’re linked, like a beautiful chain. I know what it’s like to be up all night with a crying child and I know what it’s like to drown tears with caffeine with a girl friend. I know what it’s like to fret about weight and body image and about clothes and the “mean girls”… but I also know truth, friendship, and grace and letting people in my messy house and life. Though I haven’t met you, we breathe the same air, we’re made of the same dust, and we cry and laugh over some of the same stuff. You are a friend I haven’t met. I know that there are things we have in common. And that makes me smile, makes me feel like I’m not running this race alone.
Each day of my life, and yours, is a piece, a dot. Each mistake, each success, each joy, each sorrow, each milestone, is a dot. All of us are bound together, as women, as people. We are gloriously made in the image of God, and when I look at you I want to see what He sees. What unites us—all of us on earth—is that we live under the very breath of God.
Often I can’t figure out what the end picture will be, after all the dots are connected. And maybe I won’t get to know the big picture. But I do hope that when all the dots are connected, it will say who I lived for. And I’m so glad to be connected with others, like you, on the way. Hopping from one dot to the next—I couldn’t go on this journey alone. Being connected– it’s something I need, something we all need– as lines are drawn from one point to the next. I won’t let you walk alone — and don’t let me walk alone,either, if you happen to see me along the way.