Five Minute Friday: INTENTIONAL

Life has been a bit crazy the last six weeks or so, but I am back at Five Minute Friday. If you haven’t heard of Five Minute Fridays, it is where women (and some men too!) from all over the world write about one word for 5 minutes. No editing. No second guessing. Just publishing. You can join in with your own post OR just read others HERE.

The word this week is INTENTIONAL.

Intentional is kind of a buzz word these days, isn’t it? Everyone it seems wants to be intentional – in their parenting, in their relationships, in their faith, in their work, even in their play. People (especially women) have woken up to the fact that they want to be intentional with their time and how they spend it.

I get it. I do. We have one life to live, and we don’t want to waste it. And let’s be honest, if we aren’t intentional about our time, we can waste it, frittering it away on social media or just sort of drifting through our days and letting life happen to us rather than the other way around.

But here’s the deal. As good as all that is (and it is – even the Bible says to use our days wisely), I think it has become another form of perfectionism that can paralyze us from doing the very thing we want to do: live intentionally. 

We can become so afraid that we aren’t being intentional, our schedules can become so rigid there is no room for spontaneity or fun. We can become so “intentional” we end up missing the very people we WANT to connect with on a deeper level because we’ve lost our flexibility.

A case in point – I am a lover of PowerSheets. This is product put out by Lara Casey (you can find the 6 month versions here as the full year has sold out) that helps you do some soul digging work to find good goals. Not the typical New Year’s resolutions that you abandon a week into January, but truly meaningful, good goals that you work on all year long. (am I the only person who feels like they have to accomplish ALL the goals in January?). As a buyer of PowerSheets, I am also part of the Facebook group for the first time this year. I was surprised just how paralyzed many of the women felt – like they were going to do goal setting wrong, like they had to get intentional living just right. Despite the fact that Lara is an active participant in the group and is always encouraging everyone that things don’t have to be perfect, still, getting this intentional living thing right was truly paralyzing to some of these women even with the perfect set of gel pens and planner stickers (yes, these are a thing!).

I’ve been there – so afraid of going in the wrong direction I stayed rooted to the spot.  So afraid of messing up my beautiful goal planner that I was afraid to write the wrong thing. Even though that is what it is for. 

That’s why, this year, I’m going to be intentional about not being perfect. Yep, imperfection is a goal of mine. It’s why I decided to intentionally give myself January to dream and think and plan. I find most of the pressure I live under is put there by me!

If we want to live intentional lives, we have to get past the paralysis of perfection and step into the messy of actually walking it out. 

5 Minute Fridays – COMFORT

Today is Friday (how did that happen??), and it’s time for 5 Minute Fridays. What is 5 Minute Fridays? I’m so glad you asked! It is when women from all over the globe come together – on Fridays-  and write for 5 minutes on a topic. You can hop over HERE and check it out!


This Friday’s word is COMFORT


I have always had a big imagination. As a writer and a creative, this is a great thing. When you are little and it is the middle of the night, not so much!

As a child, I was so afraid of the dark. I would pray that I wouldn’t wake up until morning. Nothing my parents did or said really helped. We prayed. They told me all the comforting things you say to a child who is afraid of the dark: Jesus is here. He is watching over you. You are safe.

But when I woke up at 2 a.m. with my room swathed in shadows, everything just looked scary. Did that shadow suddenly move? What was that noise? Were those – gulp – footsteps?

I had one comfort during those long, dark nights when there really did seem to be things that went bump in the night: my Granny.

When I was 5 years old, my mom’s mom, my Granny, came to live with us. And suddenly, instead of feeling all alone in the dark, miraculously, I wasn’t.

Those nights when my eyes would pop open, I would lay in my bed for a few minutes, but I never lasted very long. I would slide out of my bed and tiptoe down the hall.

I’d call softly, “Gram?”

She always pull the cover back a bit and answer me with, “Come in here, you.” I would slide into her bed and snuggle up to her warmth. Comforted by her presence, I’d drift back to sleep.

Even though it was the same night and it was just as dark, I wasn’t scared anymore. Because I wasn’t alone.

Of course, I hadn’t been alone all along. My parents, my brother – they had all been just down the hall. But there is something about actually feeling and hearing another person that makes your fears recede.

My grandmother passed away in 2007. She was in her 90s at that point, and in a nursing home due to a fall which fractured her back. Then it was my turn to comfort her. I’d visit her each week to let her know she wasn’t alone.

Of course, she wasn’t. But there is just something about seeing someone in person to drive the loneliness away. Comfort will always bring to my mind, my grandmother who didn’t mind sharing her bed with a small, scared girl.

Blessings, Rosanne

5 Minute Friday – PURPOSE

Today, I’m over at Kate Motaung’s blog Heading Home for 5 Minute Friday. If you’re unfamiliar, this is where women from literally around the world all write about a single word for five unedited minutes. Come on over and check it out HERE.




Finding your purpose -that phrase that is everywhere in Christian circles these days. I think maybe it started back with Rick Warren’s book, A Purpose Driven Life.  There is something magical in believing you have a purpose – not a generic one, but a unique person purpose God especially created you for. I guess we all crave significance and purpose gives that to us at a spiritual level.

Personally, I’ve struggled with the idea of personal purpose. If you asked me to describe myself – the essence of what makes me me- I would probably tell you that I am both a storyteller and a teacher, in that order.

I realize this about myself. I realize that this is who God created me to be and that is my divine calling in many ways. Looking at others who have this purpose, I could even tell you that there is importance in teaching and storytelling. In fact, I’d tell you that the two are intrinsically entwined. As humans, we are wired to crave stories so what better way to teach?

Jesus was a storyteller extraordinaire.

God gave us the Scriptures – the best teaching tool ever, and it just so happens to have a lot of stories in it, too!

And yet, while I can see the good in stories and what they teach us and I can even cite specific examples of stories impacted my own life, I have a hard time ingesting that idea applying to me personally.

So often, my calling and my purpose seem a bit, well, non-essential. I often struggle with a greater purpose to writing children’s stories or even on this blog. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, does it matter if I put a picture book out into the world? Does it matter if I write something on this blog? Is it going to make some eternal difference in the world at large?

It’s so interesting that the word was purpose today, because I just started a new devotional book called I Am: A 60 Day Journey of Knowing Who You are Becaus of Who He Is  by Michele Cushatt. Today, the second day, was “I am formed.” The verse was Ephesians 2:10.

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, so that we would walk in them.

I’ve read this verse a zillion times. In fact, I taught the book of Ephesians in my Sunday school class, so I knew the word workmanship was the Greek word we get poem from and I thought that was cool. But what I somehow missed was that the Greek word for “created” actually means, “designed with a certain ability, capability or capacity.”

As I have really tried to buckle down and be obedient in my calling by scheduling blocks of writing time, that whisper that what I’m doing doesn’t really matter and it isn’t even very spiritual has gotten louder. I’m sure that isn’t a coincidence.

Today, though, this verse hit me square between the eyes and dislodged that whispered lie. God created me – HE designed me with this ability to write and tell stories and teach. He designed me that way for good works. Those things He designed me for ARE good works and He prepared them beforehand so I would walk in them.

Head knowledge became heart knowledge today.

How about you? What thing are your designed for that maybe doesn’t feel special enough or spiritual enough? I’d love to hear about it!