It is Friday and that means it is time for me to dust off the filing cabinets in my mind and sit down for five minutes and just write.  I love Fridays.  There are no agendas....just a word....and the stories I have kept filed in my secret place for oh so many years.  Our host, Lisa-Jo Baker gives us a word each week and we have a five minute span of time to write about it.  The rules are below.  I wish you would join in and participate.  It really has helped me begin to flow again.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

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Ordinary…

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I don't always feel special.  Most days when I look in my mirror I see ordinary.  My mother used to tell me how beautiful I was ....but the truth is I never saw it.  I saw plain Jane instead and because of this dealt with some self-esteem issues for many years.  I wanted to be one of the beautiful girls from high school, you know the ones who get the good-looking boyfriends....but I was Miss Wallflower.  I was so plain that I felt as if I just melted into the paint on the wall no one would notice me....and to be honest I was glad.  I had friends, I went to church, I sang.  I was semi-content....but I was still ordinary.  When I went to college I ventured out a bit from my cocoon and became the funny one....the storyteller.  I was not ordinary here.  I could spin a yarn.  I could make people laugh with my stories.  I could entertain....and loved the stage I was on.  I lived by the motto....make them laugh with you...not at you.  Then I met Frank.  When I see me through Frank's eyes I really do see beautiful.  Because that is what he sees.  He has done wonders for my self-esteem.  This past summer I attended my 40 year class reunion....with a good bit of dread.  I went with my friend Susan.  When I walked in the beautiful girls from high school were still beautiful almost 60 year olds...and I was....WAIT!  You are not going to do this to yourself....You was one of God's chosen ones....made in his image....and as the battle raged in my head I discovered....I TOO WAS BEAUTIFUL!  I went to the ladies room and looked at myself in the mirror.  The ordinary face stared back at me but now there was an air of beauty that I had never noticed before....shining from within.  I stood in awe.  For the first time....in my 58 years....I saw what Frank sees....what my daughter sees....what God sees.....and I smiled.  You can only be ordinary if you let yourself be.  Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder.  I am an amateur photographer....I should know this....I take pictures of random objects....that I find beautiful....because they are things God has created.....and God does not make ordinary.  He makes splendid.  Ordinary does not exist in God's world. 

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