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Ordinary...

Five Minute Friday (posted, again, on Saturday), where we write for 5 minutes with a prompt and no editing. No worries about if it's right. Just letting the words come. Stop over and see Gypsy Mama and write along with us.







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No matter what the prompt was I knew I was going to write about  how I wish I could do this week over. I do. It's all in my head, all I can think about.

Ordinary-- how many ordinary treasures did I miss this week? I missed face to face, smiling, laughing, building-up-souls time because I was too preoccupied with checking off schoolwork to do lists and making sure kids got all the math done and complaining about their complaining. I missed just being together. I've been missing the ordinary walks and playground visits, the bike rides and Lego playing...

And even more excruciating than what I missed? It's what I inflicted. I was fed up with ordinary bad attitudes and ordinary bad behavior so I threw my bad attitude and my bad behavior in the mix.

I'm feeling so regretful. Praying for the chance and grace to get it right (and soon!).

I love my ordinary life. Filled with ordinary love. I don't ever want to miss a moment of it again. It's the being there, just in the moments, the slowing of time, that's what transforms the ordinary into extraordinary.

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  1. Miss KOctober 8, 2011 at 1:06 AM

    Stopping over from Gypsy Mama, and I SO appreciate the honesty of your post. I oftentimes feel the same way. Thank you so much for sharing your heart and thank the Lord we can give our sins and weakness over to Him and ask for a new start with each new day. I sometimes think my son understands forgiveness way more than I ever will. :)

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