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Five Minutes: Again

It’s Friday. And I have 5 minutes. So I’m playing with Lisa-Jo and company today and joining the awesome group that makes up the 5-Minute-Friday community.

Here’s the gig, straight from Lisa Jo’s blog:

Now, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.

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…


And so, without further ado, I give you my five minutes on the word



Amazing the people whose faces I get to know after living here only 7 months. Like the bus driver lady who drives 307. The Unkrainian couple from my German class. I see them walk down the street several times a week. Today I saw them. Again. We recognize each other and smile and nod. And, every time, my heart jumps a bit because, well, the fact is I live in a foreign country and I know people who live here.

We’ve become familiar faces on routine routes. The butcher lady who probably cringes inside when she watches me enter that always-open glass door of hers. I wonder if she dreads my pointing and grunting and asking for things I really dont want. Again.

And the lady at the bakery. She’s always on alert, I think, when my face enters the picture. Here’s the hard-to-understand-lady with the nervous laugh and the always smile. Again. Then I order my croissant and my cappuccino, and she’s always so nice.

I like that I’m living here long enough to have agains. It makes me feel like I really live here. Helps me soak up the whole of the adventure I’m living. So when I get home, I will always have these memories.

And 5 minutes is up. But I want to end how I started.


7 Thoughts on “Five Minutes: Again

  1. I’m impressed that you’re learning German- that’s not an easy language to tackle! I like your imagery of beginning relationships with the local people. If we get the thrill of getting to know people while living abroad, I wonder how much more of a thrill and love God feels for us when we let him in on our lives too…

    • Yes indeed — German is stinkin’ hard! 🙂 Do you speak German? Isn’t that awesome to think about the fact that Almighty God loves us so much that He’s thrilled when we want to know Him? Thanks for that picture. I love it.

  2. Just loved your post. I have gone 4 times to Poland on a mission trip and each time I love meeting the people again. It is like a family reunion. I love how you are watching and seeing how people react.
    Blessings to you on this journey,
    Janis author of Tadeo Turtle

    • Oh, the picture in my head of your reunion with those people is so beautiful! Thank you for it. 🙂 I am amazed at the comraderie we build with people whose lives intersect with ours. Even if it’s only momentary.

      • I emailed you about the link. Hopefully this helps. So great to meet you. I have landed in Germany 3 times on a mission trip to Poland with International Messengers. Haven’t seen too much of Germany but did drive through to the border. Feeling God put us together for a purpose. I will check out the other blog you sent me.
        Janis http://www.janiscox.com

  3. Love, love, LOVE!!! Oh, I love how inspired you are by what we often find mundane. It makes me want to open my eyes a bit more to what surrounds me. Thanks for the challenge- to make the most of every opportunity that God puts in our path. Love you!

    • Becky, I wish I could put into words how truly encouraging that statement is. “It makes me want to open my eyes a bit more to what surrounds me.” As I find myself having less time left here than the time I’ve already been here (hope that makes sense), I am growing a passion to do the same. When I get home, I don’t want to lose the adventure. Thank you my friend. Truly.

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