Story....

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our ordinary days can become extra-ordinary.
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Sitting on the  floor in the hallway.

Berber carpet 

hard and worn out.

Cupcakes.

Sitting on the tray in the middle of the circle.

Lemonade being poured into birthday

cups.
Laughing and giggles.
Talking about winter break and boys.

Purses laying everywhere.
Backpacks.
Cell phones,
pen and paper in hands.
Some legs criss cross applesauce.
Some all stretched out.

The biggest group yet.
Mostly there is eight to ten girls.
All in the last year of high school.
Tonight some brought their friends.
Which thrills me but tonight scares me to death.

He asked us leaders to share our stories.
How we came back to God.

Found God.

 I sit in this circle and gulp the biggest gulp I had ever gulped.
You know the feeling right??
The tightening in your chest.
Most of them only know me as the
mom of three girls.
Girls that spend their lives on the ice.
The leader who face books them hi.
Who has them over for fun.
They don't know my story.

I begin and the tears sting my eyes.
Hold it together sweetheart I tell myself.
Not one word was uttered
as I shared.
Staring at me as 
 they where
all in kindergarten.
Listening to the teacher tell a story
on the carpet.
We all started laughing... as some
got teary eyed with me.
 As I finish.....
One blurts out will you be my mom?
Sniff sniff the tears come..

He had said most won't want to share their story.

We needed to encourage them to share,
 to know their stories.
Ask them questions to help.

I hesitate to ask but I do...

Who wants to share their story??
Almost every hand goes up.
So many that we run out of time.
I sit  criss cross applesauce
listening.....
to the most beautiful stories.