Five Minute Friday: Fight

Hello, Friends. Welcome back for another Friday spent with Lisa-Jo and the Five-minute crowd. Today, we’re taking five minutes to write on the prompt Fight. Do you have five minutes to write, read, or both? Why don’t you join us?

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…

Today’s Prompt: Fight


My kids fight. I’ve admitted to this before, as if it’s a dirty little secret that no other family on the planet can understand. But they do, and people don’t often believe it, because we put on a good face for the public. The kids wear their false angelic glow, and I wear my grace face. That’s the face that makes it appear as if I understood and implemented any one of the five books I started, but never finished, on grace-based parenting.

The truth is, I’m Judge Judy in a cardigan and statement necklace. When the kids begin to fight, I grab my gavel and wade right into the fray. I put off my grace face and begin to talk in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS. Why are we always talking in all capitals around here?

I want better for us this year. I want peace in my home, and small, life-giving letters to flow from my mouth. I want more grace and less faking it in front of people who go home and fight after church on a Sunday, just like we do. I will have to hold court with my own temper, before I can hold court with my kids.

May this year’s fight be the fight for grace. For peace. For capital letters to be reserved for great joy and not great judgement.


Meet me in the comments and tell me how you and your kids work it out when they get their fight on. Only true stories allowed.