five minute friday:: TOMORROW

I am loving this new habit wherein I, along with whole mess of other folks, set a timer for five minutes and write on a one-word prompt.  A free-write for five minutes flat: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.
Here’s the link for Kate Motaung’s website if you ever want to join in!

Here is this week’s prompt:


Ah, the infamous “tomorrow.”  The day I’m forever looking forward to in a way that distracts me from “today.”  My planning for tomorrow, my worrying about tomorrow, my putting things off until tomorrow, the impending doom of what tomorrow might bring… robs me of my joys in today.

It’s hard to know where the balance is between being wise and planning or budgeting for tomorrow versus being consumed by it and not being present in one’s today.

Just this morning I found myself praying a lot about the future… mainly the future of my girls.  I just spent the weekend with Ellie and Abby at a Mother/Daughter Retreat up in the Santa Cruz Mountains.  It was awesome.  We booked that retreat 6 months ago and at the time it felt like that glorious weekend would take forever to get here!  It felt sooooo far away that it almost felt like it might never even happen.  And yet… it snuck up like a stealthy spy and zoomed past like a lightning bolt and now it’s done and we are home with school, sports and family responsibilities… and I am once again waking up at all hours of the night with my cute but needy toddler-boy.



So this retreat was great.  A great time to hang out, meet new friends, try out scarily-cool adventures (like the “zipline,” the “Geronimo Swing,” and the “Flying Squirrel”), sing silly camp songs, eat yummy food (that I didn’t have to cook!), have mother/daughter devotions, and hear great messages from the speaker.  It really was a great time together.

me and my girls

But this weekend reminded me of something: Tomorrow.  And the next day.  And the next and the next… and how very very ridiculously fast my precious girls are growing up!  They are both on the cusp of young womanhood.  Especially my 11 1/2- year old… she’s right there, peeking over the edge of childhood and about to take her first tentative steps into adolescence… and all the drama that lies therein.  All the hormonal changes and all the girl drama, and all the boy drama, and all the scholastic pressure and all the developmental changes that typically take place (i.e. she won’t maybe value my opinion or advice as much as lots of other people’s)… and whatever else it holds for her… soon.

ellie        abby

Oh, Jesus, hear my heart.  Please listen to the pleas from a momma desperate for her child to know You in the most intimate way possible.  Please help my daughter in the ways that I certainly cannot.  You are bigger than Big, You are Sovereign and Capable.  You are Love and Kindness and Joy and Hope itself.  She needs You.  I need You.  I have no idea how to navigate this road.  Nor does she.  Please help us in all our tomorrows, Lord God.  And help us today, too, Father.  As always, I need You more than I could ever put into words.

I love You and thank You, Jesus, for meeting me here.  And for meeting me and my girls up in the mountains this past weekend.  I know You are here and that You love me and that You will never forsake me— not even in this parenting journey.  Even here, in this most tender spot of my heart… even here, I can trust You.




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What about you?

What comes to your mind when you hear the word “tomorrow”?  

Please feel free to share your thoughts or post your own Five Minute Friday in the comment section below.