An Assortment of Justs

I am linking up for the Five Minute Friday. The FMF is hosted by Kate Motaung over at our Five Minute Friday website. Today’s word prompt is “just.” We would love to have you join us.

Just treat each other with kindness.

Just open our ears, eyes, and hearts to those around us.

Just stop snowing already.

Just listen.

Just another second please.

Just another book at the bookstore.

Just one minute!

Just who will win the Oscars on Sunday evening?

Just how much does it take to put on a huge lutefisk and meatball dinner at church this weekend? 1800 pounds of lutefisk, 1000 pounds of potatoes, 850 meatballs and lots and lots of hands.

Just who do you think you are? Why did you call me friends adopted son Solomon the N word? That word is never ok. Solomon is a beloved child of God.

Do you just want to play Luna? Or is it nap time?

Just when will the grief change? Tomorrow grandpa will have been gone two months already. I miss him so!

When will a cure for cancer be found?

Just when?

So many justs scattered throughout our days.

18 thoughts on “An Assortment of Justs

  1. Yes, so many justs. I’m sure your list could go on and on as could mine. I’m so thankful God is with us and is in control. Blessings to you, dear Tara! xo

  2. Dear Tara — Thank you for your post. It illustrates the varied power of that simple word “just.” Just stop snowing, indeed. Just listen: that’s a key to bringing peace and JUSTice to our world. The simplicity of your post underscores its truth.

  3. Wow, this is a great post, Tara. I’m laughing at one moment and then really sobered the next — especially the N-word one. 🙁 What is wrong with people? We must never stop speaking out and letting people know this is not OK.

  4. Your heart shines through, Tara.

    Aye, this world has fallen hard
    and it’s not over yet.
    In Arizona a pink leotard
    beat out a combat vet.
    That senate race may be a sign
    of a nation’s dying soul,
    and there’s no promise of benign
    days; sin takes its fearful toll
    We are constrained to these days,
    to each and every hour.
    and in this smoke-dimm’d maze
    to still hearken to God’s power.
    The cost of witness becomes brutal,
    but by faith, it never shall be futile.

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