Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Writing Strands Wednesday- Exercise 1: Day 3 & R of P

** If this post seems random you might want to read this first.**

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Day Three:

(Note: I will, most likely, be using old posts from this blog when asked to re-write some previous piece of writing.)

For this exercise, I will re-write a portion of the post titled, "Warning: Sappy Sentiment."

Here is my excerpt of the original (when we used blog names for our children):



All these things just kept building in my head. I kept trying to figure out who I am and what I'm about. 




I know I belong to Jesus and I was made for a relationship with Him. 
I know I am Karl's wife. 
I know I am the mother to Leisl, Brigitta and Kurt. 
I know I home school. 
But was that it? Something seemed to be missing. 

I knew if I could just pick ONE thing and focus on it I could be good at it or maybe even great at it. But what ONE thing was it?

Karl looked at me across the table and said, "Honey, if you could only do ONE thing, it would kill you." He was right. He told me he loved that sometimes I'm sittin' and knittin'. And he loves when I'm in a pie making mood and make a different pie everyday for a week. He said it was okay that I sew one week, get into gardening the next and then practice piano like crazy the week after that. For the first time in my life I felt like it was okay to just be me. Without apologies!

He was doing the bills today and asked me about a receipt for Jo-Ann's. I told him it was my attempt at sewing. And he said, "Oh so it's miscellaneous." I asked if we should make a special category for all my crazy pursuits and he said no that miscellaneous is fine. 

So then, being a wise guy (you know that talks too much) I said, "I am miscellaneous." 

And then it hit me-- miscel-LAINIE-ous. 

I AM MISCEL(LAINIE)OUS!!

I couldn't stop laughing. I'm miscellaneous.

And it's okay. 

And if I can be okay with me, a sinner saved by the grace of God, just doing the best I can with what I've got then, maybe I can be okay with my husband when he is less than perfect (which is rare). 

Maybe I can be okay with my kids and know that they are learning and growing and don't have to be perfect all the time. 

Maybe I can be okay with people and just love them, in a small way, like the Lord does. 

He knows we aren't perfect. It's why He died for us. He knows we'll get there. When we see Him, we'll be like Him. But until then all He asks is that, "Beloved, Let us love one another." 1 John 4:7 and I say "Amen" to that.


{{Here is my re-write.  The purpose was to demonstrate that I understood the assignment and to make my sentences more complicated.

(I have a terrible habit of switching tenses and I realized I switched around in this post.  I went with past tense for the re-write-- I think ;P)}}


I felt an urgency to fit all those pieces into some sort of larger puzzle in hopes that I would understand the bigger picture of myself.

There were a few corner pieces of things I knew with certainty.  I knew that I belonged to Jesus and was made to be in a relationship with Him.  I knew that I was wife to Karl and mother and teacher to Abigail, Charlotte, and Elijah.

I must have thought I was a six-piece puzzle because I wanted to discover one thing in which I could focus and excel.

Karl, who understood I was more like a six hundred piece puzzle, said, " Honey, if you could only do one thing, it would kill you."

As he told me that he loved how I knit and baked and played the drums, I let the truth sink in and for the first time I could accept the picture I was seeing without apology.

Today, while reconciling our bank statements, he asked about a Jo-Ann Fabrics' receipt.  Since it was from my latest sewing attempt, he replied, "Oh, so it's miscellaneous."  I asked him if we should create a special category for all my crazy pursuits, to which he responded, "No, miscellaneous is fine."

In a meager attempt at humor, I said, "I am miscellaneous."

And then it dawned on me, miscel-Lainie-ous.

I am miscel-Lainie-ous!

I couldn't stop laughing as I embraced that I am miscellaneous and it's okay.

And if I could be okay with me, a sinner saved by the grace of God, doing the best I can with what I've been given, then maybe I could be okay with my husband and my children as they simply did the best they could with what they've been given.

If I could love me and them in the process of learning and growing, perhaps I could be okay with people, all people, and simply love them, in some small way, like the Lord loves them.

He loved us while we were yet sinners and there was nothing lovely about us. His desire is, "Beloved, let us love one another."(1 John 4:7) And I say, "Amen Lord, so be it."

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Okay, so wow, that was really hard to do.  If nothing else, doing these exercises will make me empathetic towards my children.

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Record of Progress


The best sentence I wrote this week-- "I felt an urgency to fit all those pieces into some sort of larger puzzle in hopes that I would understand the bigger picture of myself."

**I have to say...  blogging, Facebooking, and texting has changed my writing and not for the better. Yikes.**

This mistake I made this week and I will not make it next week.  (Oh Lord make it true) 

I made an awkward sentence.

This is the sentence that had this mistake in it.

"Then there is a sheet of paper with your order and your specimens are underneath."

This is the sentence again showing how I fixed this mistake.

{I was tempted to place a picture of an eraser here}

"After removing the packing paper, you'll find a copy of your invoice, and underneath, will be your specimens."

I don't know if I made that sentence better.  Boy, I am rusty!

My brain hurts... but in a good way :)

This concludes our first exercise.  

Anyone else interested in playing along?

Just a thought...

Please feel invited to critique the writing and notify me of any grammar errors.




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