Category: Five Minute Friday

[Five Minute Friday] Gift

I’ve been a little out of touch in this space lately, but there’s a good excuse. For the last two weeks I’ve been traveling around North Carolina, taking a break from work, and reconnecting with dear friends.

It’s just been two weeks, but t’s also been so much more than that.
Fourteen days of not thinking about work at all.
Of indulging in good food and free refilled drinks.
Of admiring nature’s beauty in the mountains and at the beach.
Fourteen days of restoring rest to body, mind, and soul.
Of time with precious people, talking late into the night, reminiscing of sweet memories and adding new chapters to the story.
Fourteen days of celebrating friendships.
It’s just been two weeks, but they were intensely filled with gifts.
Like all those people who opened their homes and let me crash on their couches, even though it was often late at night.
Like all those friends who drove me around and did the most ridiculous shopping trips with me.
Like entering T’s house and feeling at home right away. Such a welcoming atmosphere that made me not even think about work or stress for one minute. I was just there and could enjoy every single moment.

Like celebrating beautiful H, watching her get married to the boy of her dreams, and swing dancing the night away. Hiking through the woods and laughing about silly stuff were just the things I needed.

Like driving through beautiful Greensboro or walking around campus with T and sharing about life. Simply starting where we had left off about two years ago, as if we had never been apart. Instant connection, instant depth, and incredible blessings to my soul.

Like going to the beach with E and swimming in the ocean with the most amazing colors. Sitting at the water at night, listening to the waves, and sharing about the essential things in life. E’s view of the world, his attention to and appreciation of the little beauties in the ordinary, and his nostalgia were inspiring.

Like walking around town with ME, MB, and A or going on culinary adventures with C, E, and N made me discover hidden things, rejoice about new developments, and treasure the familiar.

Every single talk was often so much more than expected, so much deeper than hoped for, and so much more a blessing than imagined. Friendships may be silent at times, but once souls have connected they’ll always come back to each other, no matter the distance.

Thank you for the gift of friendship. Thank you for being on that journey together.
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A little later than usual, but I’m still linking up with Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday. Another great gift, this community of bloggers and encouragers! 

[Five Minute Friday] Rise

Since I started teaching earlier this year, my life has changed quite a bit.
Every morning my alarm goes off at 5.15 and after a few snooze attempts I really, really have to get up.
In the beginning it was still dark, so I stumbled through my own apartment with just one tiny lamp to not wake my roommate.

I left the house and joined a few other tired faces in the bus and train.
It was simply too early.
However, it was worth it.
As the train made its way through the sleepy landscape, the sun rose. A giant orange ball rose into the sky, pushing away the darkness and drenching everything in a golden light. You couldn’t help but to close your eyes and take in its warmth.

Many mornings I had to think of the verse in the Psalms:
His mercies are new every morning.
What a promise!

It tells me ‘It’s okay. Just try again.’
It reminds me that the failures of yesterday don’t have to haunt my today.
It encourages me to try again. To be myself with all its flaws because there’s a father who looks at me with joy. Just because I’m his.
This mercy inspires me to rise above myself, to step up and out of my comfort zone, a little bit every day.
It challenges me to offer this same freedom to those around me.
They can rise; I give them a helping hand and rejoice with them as they take new steps.

I hope you experience his mercy every morning and allow yourself to live and be in that freedom.
And more than that, I challenge you to extend it to someone else.

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Linking up with Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday today.

[Five Minute Friday] Follow


“Some are leaders, others are followers.”
There’s an interesting thing that happens when strangers get together to work on a task. I’ve had quite a few chances to observe these dynamics whenever I had to do a presentation at uni with people I had just met a few minutes ago. Here’s your task, here are your people – go.
After some uncomfortable glances and some shy smiles, a division takes place.

Into leaders and followers.
Those who take the initiative, bring in ideas, or even very clear, non-negotiable concepts. And those who nod approvingly and do whatever the most dominant person in the group suggests.
There has never been a formal round of introductions or vote, no personality type test. It just happens. People fall into their roles of leaders and followers.
I’m sure we’ve all had our shares of pressuring, dominating leaders who left us with no alternative but to nod and do whatever they say.
Who didn’t make us feel like followers but subjects at their service.
But I hope, really hope, that you’ve also experienced great leadership in your life.
People who took time and effort to invest in you.
A fine eye to carve out your talents and personality.
Diligence to sharpen your creativity.
People who gave you a hug when things got tough.
Lifted you up in prayer.
Rejoiced and celebrated with you when you reached another milestone.
We need those people in our lives.
Leaders who are bold to step up and take on responsibility.
Who are firsts in their fields and don’t give up despite all the obstacles.
Who inspire and lead by example, with all its dark spots along the way.
Leaders who blaze the trail for many others to come after.

Leaders who make us want to be followers.
“Some are leaders, others are followers.”
I don’t know if this is always true.
If you can be only one or the other.
There are times when we can fall back and follow into footsteps on paths others have gone before us.
Yet life takes us to many unfamiliar places at times.

There’s new width to be conquered, new depths to be explored.

And we find there’s no one there who we could follow.
It might be time for the followers to step up.
To become leaders.
To take time and effort to invest in others.
To develop a vision and run with perseverance.
To be a first in something and staying with it despite obstacles.
To cry and to rejoice with our running mates.
It sounds like a lot.

But it all starts with one small first step.
Not to the ends of the world, but into the ‘world” you’ve been called to lead.
How do you experience leadership in your life? Where could you step up as a leader?
On Fridays, a whole tribe of writers gathers over at Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday. One prompt and we all follow. Five minutes of writing. Lots of sharing.

[Five Minute Friday] Meet

“Church wasn’t my thing today. I didn’t really connect with God during worship.”
“I feel bad. Haven’t opened my bible all week and met God.”
“Me, too. I didn’t even meet other believers to connect.”

I don’t know if you have heard similar statements from people around you or also discovered them in your mind.
I do sometimes. Growing up in a Christian home, walking through the entire youth program the church had to offer, living on the mission field telling others about it somehow implanted a certain thinking in my head:
Read your bible, go to church, meet other believers to meet God.
Which, in general, is a good thing.
But with it comes also a feeling of pressure.
You have to do this.
This is the only way.
Which leaves me guilty every time.
Every day without opening my bible, not connecting in worship or even going to church leaves me with a sense of failure and a spiritual bad conscience.
God is to be found in the church and ‘spiritual’ things, so I better do my part to find him.
And what if I do all that, what if I play by the rules and still feel like he’s not there?

Since I started working, my alarm goes off at 5.15 am most mornings.
I am glad when I get seven hours of sleep.
My body is exhausted, my mind is weary from thinking and planning and worrying.
There’s enough pressure out there, and very little time to meet God in ‘spiritual’ ways.

In the midst of all of this I discovered a new sense of freedom.
I met tons of new people, fellow teachers, students, commuters…
I heard a lot of stories, as I got to know people a bit and they allowed me a glimpse into their lives and struggles.
I shared questions and problems and was blessed with unexpected advice, a good laugh (or chocolate).
I experienced genuine kindness, friendship, and hope.
I have seen the most beautiful sunrises, a perk from getting up so early.
I have savored a good night’s rest or a home cooked meal.
I have raveled in the outburst of flowers and spring colors.
I met God. 
Outside the church.

I don’t know how your day looks like, how your lives look like.
I don’t know if and how you meet God. I don’t say one way is better than the other.
But I want to speak a little bit of freedom to your guilt-ridden soul.
I want to release you from the pressure others or you have put on your faith.
I want to challenge you to widen your perspective and open your eyes and heart.
God is out there, he’s ready to be found and meet you.
Right where you are.
In often unexpected places and people.
In the weirdest circumstances.
Are you ready to meet him there?

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It’s Friday and I am linking up with Kate Motaung‘s Five Minute Friday. Why don’t you join us? 

[Five Minute Friday] Door

The last few weeks (maybe even months and years) have been full of change.
People getting married. Having children. Graduating from university. Quitting their jobs. Moving on.
And underneath I often seemed to hear the question: What comes next?
Where’s the next open door?

We have all found ourselves in front of closed doors.
At the edge of a new phase in life.
We already see a glimpse of what would come next, yet we are stuck here and have no idea how to get to the “next” part.
We are stuck in daily routines.
Stuck in our own comfort.
Stuck in a relationship with a friend who seems so closed off.
Stuck in our faith as if God was so far away and wouldn’t even care to listen to any of our prayers.
We just don’t seem to get through.
Through to people, through to God, through to abundant life.

I believe not every door is meant to be opened.
There are just too many choices in life, we have to pick one.
Make decisions. And this is often the hardest thing.
We don’t want to make a decision we might regret later on.
We don’t want to take a leap of faith only to find that we failed again.
We don’t want to bruise ourselves when we walk against a closed door.
And so we wait.
We find ourselves in front of doors, but we hesitate.
We refuse to take steps towards any of them, just for the sake of comfort and uncertainty.

I do believe that some doors are meant to be opened. 
By us. 
Us taking bold steps towards new adventures, new doors.
Even though we might not know if this door is open or not.
We’ll only know if we try.
Are we willing to be bold and adventurous?
Us not giving up with one closed door, but pressing on and searching until we found our way.
Us stepping out of the waiting zone and towards closed doors, closed people, closed relationships. Sometimes it doesn’t take a big miracle but the right key to open the door.
Sometimes it takes ourselves to fit into the keyholes to unlock the treasures behind it. 
Are we willing to fit ourselves into the keyhole to unlock the treasures behind it?

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As always, linking up with Kate Motaung‘s Five Minute Friday. Check out her site for more inspirational stories!

[Five Minute Friday] Hide

If you live somewhere in the northern hemisphere you might’ve noticed an amazing phenomenon the last few weeks (or your Facebook and instagram accounts have been full of it or maybe someone just talked about it). Spring is here!
When I walk through the streets I see empty branches now bearing tiny green leaves.
Little buds have turned into big blossoms, in so many shades of colors.
There’s a scent of flowers in the air, a certain freshness and sweetness.
An explosion of beauty.

I love spring.
The long dark winter has passed.
Summer is on its way.
Spring reminds of that word in Isaiah:

I am doing a new thing, it has already begun, can’t you see?


Now we marvel at spring’s beauty, but where does all its beauty come from?
What happens to beauty when we struggle through winter?
It seems as if beauty and growth have stopped completely.

In the winter of our lives it is hard to see beyond the next day, the next month.
When life kicks us around it can be a real challenge to keep up hope and the belief into what’s to come. When all seems dull and we sink into disappointment and despair there’s often no perspective for beauty and growth.Winter might look different for everyone, but I guess we all know the feeling that beauty and growth are hidden from us.

I am so glad for the invention of spring because it serves as a reminder.
Every single day.
Winter and the period of waiting is over, but it’s not without meaning.
The months of cold and death were also moments of rebirth and preparation.
The blossoms we now see and admire were formed in the midst of winter when everything seemed hopeless. The darkness gave way to new light, new hope.
Growth might’ve seemed to be hidden, but now we can see its treasures bursting forth.
Hidden beauty has come into the light.


As we take in all of spring’s beauty may we experience spring in us.
As we stumble through the last battles of winter let us look out for hidden beauty and growth, waiting to burst into full bloom.
It’s all there, may we learn to anticipate and appreciate the new in and around us.
He is doing something new, he makes ways in the wilderness and streams in the desert.
He sometimes works in hidden ways, but he never fails in beauty and growth.
Where can you see something new in your life today?
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Linking up with Kate Motaung‘s Five Minute Friday, come and join us!

[Five Minute Friday] Tomorrow

When I started working a few months ago I was swamped with a set of letters only grown-ups get: ads from insurance companies, health insurance, taking care of potential accidents at work, an insurance if I break someone’s stuff, investing my newly earned money in a fond…the list was long.
So that’s what grown-ups do. 
Taking care of insurances. 
Taking care of the future. 

In German we have a word for that: “vorsorgen”. 
It means to take care of something in advance. 
Even though I am glad for the German welfare system and the different insurances, this word left me wondering.
Vorsorgen has a second meaning: to worry about something in advance. 
And this is rather a burden than a blessing. For our future, but even more for our present.

When we worry about the future and our safety, we actively keep our hearts in distress. 
We unconsciously choose this state of uncertainty and worry because we don’t want to let go. 
Even though, as much as we worry and seemingly plan ahead, we can’t control this world, someone else’s life or our own. We can create a certain framework, but we can never guarantee that tomorrow will be as planned.

If we worry about the future and occupy our minds and hearts with tomorrow, we miss out on something very important: today.
We walk by today’s nature and beauty. 
We miss out on great conversations. 
We overlook amazing people who want to walk life with us. 
We forget to take a break for our bodies and souls because we are anxious to be left out. 
We are left empty today because we chase the riches of tomorrow.

Take in today, share its joys and challenges.
Don’t miss out on today’s blessings because you wait for tomorrow. 
This day will come anyway, no matter how much or little you plan.

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As always, linking up with Kate Motaung‘s Five Minute Friday today.

[Five Minute Friday] Relief

We just celebrated Easter, the fact that death does not have the last word. We rejoiced in resurrection and life. The triumph of light over darkness. The relief that the empty grave brought (and still brings) us.

The challenge we now face is to translate this Easter experience into our daily lives. 
To not let this experience remain a story on the pages, a once in a year event. 
So what actually happened that Sunday that we should allow to permeate our day-to-day routine?
Even before his death, Jesus said,

“In this world you will have trouble. But I have overcome this world.” (Matthew 16:33)

There it is. Once and for all, Jesus has done it. 
Death is dead, life has won. 
He has overcome, and calls us to do the same.
We tend to quote and rejoice in the second half of the verse, but there’s more to it. Jesus is not some obscure magician who just – Boom – finishes the work of the cross.
He promises trouble ahead. Why? Because he’s been through it before us. 
He walked this earth and spoke to people. 
He observed their struggles, helped their needs, shared their lives. 
He experienced the trouble this world is so full of and he relieved it. 
Not with magic, not from one moment to the next. 
But he settled it once and for all. 
He aligned himself with this world. 
Made himself one with our hopes, our struggles, our hearts, our lives.
In the midst of our darkness he speaks words of life: I am here. With you. For you. 

There’s still lots of trouble out there. 
Often I am overwhelmed when reading the news. Political conflicts in so many countries, hostility towards other people in my own country. 
But you don’t have to go that far to be troubled. Just listen to people, read emails from friends, meet up with them for coffee and just listen. 
We might not even have to go further than ourselves to experience the dreadfullness of what life throws at us. Too much too handle and seemingly no way out. 
Look into a stranger’s eyes and you’ll see it: trouble. 
Broken hopes. 
Despair. 
Leaning towards death rather than life.

We are called to bring Easter back into people’s and our lives. 
We are called to speak life into seemingly dead situations. 
To not let dread and hopelessness and despair have the last word. 
We are called to overcome.
Not with magic. 
Not all at once, from one moment to the next.
But with ourselves. 
We have time to spend and listen to others. 
We have open hands to lift someone up.
We have powerful stories to tell. 
We have scarred lives to share. 
We have our souls to align with those who suffer.  
We have words, simple words often: I am here. With you, for you. We are in this together. 
Stepping down into trouble, staying with the troubled, and waiting till the storm is passed might be some of the greatest relief we can give.

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As always, linking up with a wonderful writing crowd over at Kate Motaung‘s Five Minute Friday. There are some great news about a retreat over there, go check it out!

[Five Minute Friday] Good

It’s Friday and as always we gather and write.
 But today is also a special Friday.
Good Friday. What a name!
Doesn’t it sound preposterous, blasphemous?
Paradox?
Maybe even insulting?
A day full of tears, pain, suffering, desperation, death.
It’s over.
All wonders and miracles have come to an end right here.
Hope was in vain and now it has ceased.
Nothing is good about today.

I wonder if the people entertained such feelings as they walked up that hill so many thousand years ago. Following the cheering crowd.
Led by the man carrying the heavy cross and the sins of this world.
Seeing the savior, their Messiah, die.
The man, the God, they had laid all their hope on.
No, there’s nothing good about this day.

I wonder if we entertain such feelings as we walk through life with all its demands, struggles, desperations.
Suffering from disappointments, seeing hopes and dreams die.
As if there was nothing good about this day.

Good Friday. What a name!
The best name because there is so much good about this day.
There’s hope for a new, eternal life.
Death does not have the last word.
There’s encouragement for the hard-working, attention-seeking people. We do not have to do good, our savior has made us good long before we even began our day’s work.
There’s rest for the weary, exhausted soul.
His life wants to restore and renew yours. Every. Single. Day.

I’m so glad the story doesn’t end that Friday.
It is just the very good beginning of the world’s greatest redemption story.
Behind the shadows of the cross we can already see resurrection looming.
The beginning of new life, new hope.
May we see its coming light in our darkest hours, may we believe the good news it brings, even though it is so hard sometimes.

Happy Easter, friends! There’s good news ahead!

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As always, linking up with the fabulous crowd over at Kate Motaung‘s Five Minute Friday.

[Five Minute Friday] Break

On Wednesday, as I was sitting in the teacher training seminar, I took a look at my fellow teacher trainees. A colleague leaned over and whispered, “Is it just me or do we look more exhausted each week?”
He was right.
Dark small eyes glanced back at me. Bored and incredibly tired expressions on their faces, many of us worked really hard to not fall asleep during pedagogy class.
We’re exhausted and in desperate need of a break.

Do you know this feeling? Your body is exhausted, your mind is tired.
You just need a break.

If we take a closer look at the word “break” we find it’s actually a very active verb.
Breaks don’t come upon us, we need to take them.
Break up the routine you’re in, the spinning wheel you can’t get out of.
The clusters and circles you’re stuck in.
Break with the thought patterns you entertain every day. The worries and questions tormenting your soul.
Break free from things and people holding you back.
Break through to rest. Peace of body, soul, and mind.
We need it desperately. Every day.

Often it doesn’t take much to have a break.
Give yourself time to get ready in the morning.
Enjoy your breakfast. Food in general is good. 🙂
Don’t work through your break time at work.
Take a walk.
Meet a friend for coffee and allow them to encourage you.
Read a book. No notes, just for you and for fun.
Listen to a piece of music, really listen. Let the instruments and the lyrics sink in and resonate with the strings of your soul.
Be still. Seek silence. Seek Him who promised to bind you wounds and refresh your empty soul.

It doesn’t take much to have a break.
But it does take your first step. Break is an active verb.
Where can you take a break today?

Want to make break a routine in your life? Then join me at Shelley Miller’s Sabbath Society – for all those who are all in for Sabbath, God’s desginated break for us.

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Taking a break from work and writing for fun – this is Five Minute Friday over at Kate Motaung‘s place. There’s also a great video interview with my friend Liz over there today! Why don’t you join us?