A Story Worth Telling

I had kind of given up on this blog.  I was done, tired of trying to find things to write about.  Things that I thought others would find interesting.  I even told some of my closest friends that I was over it.

 But I guess I'm not.

I have loved writing for as long as I can remember (well not the whole process that us teachers make it out to be in school...), especially when it is putting pencil to paper.  It's such a tactile experience, the smell of lead, the scratch of the pencil on the paper, the feel of it as your hand slowly glides across.  The view of words sprawling out in lines to fill the page.  Blogging just isn't the same, but since I have no idea how to upload my scribbles into viewable fashion typing will just have to do for now.

See, I've been encouraged that I have plenty to write about.  Phil has said it to me when I've complained that I don't have anything--you have much to tell, you just edit too much--or something along those lines.  Jackie my pastors wife has been prompting people to tell their story, that there is someone who needs to hear it.  Friends have told me how inspired and encouraged they when reading my blog.  Even the devotional I read with the kids (which hits me harder than my own most days, funny how He does that eh?) has been themed with discovering your talents and sharing them with the world.  The final straw came from this new blog that I've been loving to read.  Joshua Becker from Becoming Minimalist said about journaling is to "recognize our need.  Your story is important and is meant to be shared.  It may be unique to you, but we desperately need to read it.  Make sure we can."

Yup, ok, kick in the pants noted.

So while I'd rather be quietly knitting pretending that I have nothing to offer the world outside my four walls I've been prompted to write.  I've got a story worth telling, and it's mine.  It may seem dull and redundant to others, but it is the life I lead.  It is the life that I have chosen, and while there are times that I would love to be anywhere other than where I'm at (who doesn't?), I can't ever decide where that would be.

Today's story snippets go like this:

1. I amazed my Abi at breakfast today by having leftover soup instead of eggs and toast.  She doesn't think that eggs and toast count as breakfast since I usually have that six out of seven days of the week.
2. I witnessed the triumphant look on Lizzi's face as she read from one of her little primer books with minimal assistance.
3. I heard Wesley ask me to 'pray for our food' and 'let's eat to-ge-dur mom'
4. I could barely hold Miles as he wiggled a dance during our school music time

And since I hate ending and endings--until the next time--Adieu!