that my kitchen counter doesn't have a pile of dirty dishes on it, but I can't.
that I've started teaching One how to write with the fabulous Writing Mysteries book I bought him, but that would be a lie.
that I manage to put a simple home-cooked meal on the table for my family every night, but if I did I'd be talking about someone other than myself.
that I jump at every project my boss suggests, and am her favorite "go-to" person in the department ... but I'm not.
that there's not a constant, rotating pile of laundry on my formal living room couch, but then you'd come over and sit on the couch and notice that I'd fibbed to you.
that I know exactly what kind of middle school my 10 year old needs to attend next year - provided that I actually, um, did know that important bit of information.
that I'm not sick-to-stomach about making my first confession ever in three weeks, but I am.
that I end each day thanking God that I lived it with intention, but that would be the biggest whopper of them all.
I am a jack of all trades, master of none. Just call me mom.
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I feel such kinship with you, Tari. Anticipation of confession feels like pre-pennance to me. But always, always, I fee better after.
I heard an excellent speaker on living intentionally recently. She was so convincing I have been 'converting' my simple daily prayers to her method, ever since, a month ago. Sigh.
Barbara
PS This concept is just dawning on me: http://www.focusnorthamerica.org/
Is it related to the church you are joining?
It must be. We're joining the Antiochian Orthodox Church, but all the Orthoodox churches in NA work together to some degree. There's a great many people who want to see us as our own Orthodox church, and forget about the ethnic divisions. I definitely think it needs to happen.
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