My Father's Daughter

Five minute Friday . Quiet Go Quiet...I'm not sure most of us know quiet anymore. Is there any quiet anywhere? Every moment of our lives is filled. Filled with life and love and then when there a minute's pause, we fill any potential quiet space with noise. Status updates, tweets, emails, blog posts...it never ends. There is always something to see, something to watch, something to read. We've lost the quiet. Without the quiet we're losing a lot. We're losing the ability to not multitask. We're losing the focus and attention that should be given to one thing at a time. We're losing each other's eyes. Those long real meaningful conversations that aren't interrupted by a notification clanging from our pocket or bag. We're missing the quiet in our spirits. The place we can listen and learn and know what His voice sounds like. So much convenience and all we really have is too much. And not enough.

"If you wish to be a writer, write." ~Epictetus We had our first real writing lesson. My almost 10 year old and I sat at the computer and brainstormed and collaborated and wrote some good sounding sentences. Don't get me wrong I've been trying to teach writing since he could scrawl out a few words in one sitting. We started with copying good writing: verses of scripture, first sentences of the best children's books, poems. Then we moved on to narrations: my sons write out or just verbally tell me a summary of what I've read. sometimes I get decent summaries out of my oldest here but most times he puts all his effort into choosing the shortest possible words (in order to write the least amount he can possibly get away with. I've been trying to move on to some real writing exercises but my writing phobic son hasn't been into it. So this week my son asks if he can type his narration. I say sure. He starts and manages to type three sentences in about