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Define...

{Reviving my old love of writing just for the fun of it... joining up again with Five minute Friday}

We write for five minutes with no edits or do overs. We just write with a prompt for the love of the words. This week's word..

Define.




Go...

I JUST had a conversation with someone I love about what defines us. How careful we should be before we finish that thought. What defines you? Have you ever thought of that? If you had to write out a Miriam Webster's Definition, what would it be? If you have any social media profile at all, you may have had to think of this a bit to get some of who you are to fit in a little caption under your picture. But is that ever even really accurate? What defines me? I glance up at the title of my blog and I'm smiling. So many times I've gone to change that... but... I can't. There is NO other title that I want to define who I am. Even though I can often forget, I AM my Father's Daughter. I am that before I am anything else. And I wholeheartedly pray that I can live up to that definition, even just a little bit.


Isaiah 64:8
But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.

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  1. Janis CoxApril 1, 2017 at 5:41 PM

    Melinda,
    I am your neighbour at FMFParty. Great look at define. Similar to mine but different. Love the title of your blog. We are our Father's Daughters.
    Blessings,
    Janis

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