At a cold, windy, wet soccer tournament all day today. After the final game, the girls were off laughing & enjoying the last of their tournament time together, while the parents gathered away from them for a team meeting that turned somewhat critical. Although the girls lost, they were ok. But the parents were the exception. I held my tongue {{then}} over a stinging comment. {{Now}} all the witty "could've, would've, should'ves" are currently bombarding me, wasting my time. Letitgoletitgoletitgo.
What I hold dear: *~God has a purpose for my life. No other person can take my place. It isn't a big place to be sure, but for years I have been molded in a peculiar way to fill a particular niche in the world's work. Everyday I thank God for those talents and gifts.~* These PS moments have resonated within me. They're worthy enough to steal my time from a busy life to share what my heart has begged my fingers to tap onto keyboard. These Postscripts from Home make up my story.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Let It Go Let It Go Let It Go
At a cold, windy, wet soccer tournament all day today. After the final game, the girls were off laughing & enjoying the last of their tournament time together, while the parents gathered away from them for a team meeting that turned somewhat critical. Although the girls lost, they were ok. But the parents were the exception. I held my tongue {{then}} over a stinging comment. {{Now}} all the witty "could've, would've, should'ves" are currently bombarding me, wasting my time. Letitgoletitgoletitgo.
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