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Extraordinary Quiet

I have always thought it would be fun to visit a Hollywood set and have a bit part, just for the experience.  I love to write and plan to publish more books, but I don't want all the fame the Kardashians or others have.

I want to be known as a woman of prayer, a loving mom, a modern day Proverbs 31 woman.  I want my life to be quiet but extraordinary.

I don't need thrilling adventures to far away places.  I need tea/coffee dates with friends, a Bible study group where I can be authentic and accepted, a job where I can serve and help people, camping trips with my daughter.  Quiet memories made with family and friends.

It is ok to want the big life, the thrills and the adventures. It is also ok to not want them.

To love mercy, to act justly, to serve humbly, to forgive completely, to invest fully in others, to yearn to know Christ more and more, to develop grace and wisdom, to raise a daughter who loves Christ 110% that is my bucket list.

It isn't fancy, it won't get my name in the history books and that is fine.  There is only one book where my name needs to be, Jesus' book.

Joy comes when we get to the end of life and we can say we lived it for God.

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