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Living in italics


Hey, look at me!  Pay attention, see me! 
That’s really what the little word, “italics” is saying.  We use it for emphasis, to highlight an idea, thought or title – like a book’s name.

What would our lives look like if we lived them in an italicized form?  What type of show-stopping headliners would our souls present on the marquee of life’s theater?

For some the story would be a very sad tragedy that brings others to tears, but requires no action – just sobs.  Other sagas would resemble Barnum and Bailey’s Circus or an episode of the Three Stooges.  People would be belly laughing, but that is the extent of the impact.
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Contemplate the narrative of ordinary times; living, laughing, caring, being touched by the good, the not so good and the just plain ugly.  This book of being has it all – adventure, romance and tragedy.  What is the difference with this biography?  It includes action and response. 

Advent is a time to watch with great anticipation – emphasis, highlight.  The Christmas Story wasn’t the good, pretty picture we portray.  It was much more like the not so good and maybe even the just plain ugly.  It was ordinary life being lived out – a journey to pay taxes, no reservations at the local B&B (who would have thought it would have been so crowded?) and then on top of everything, a baby being born. 

What an italicized story!  The scenario was real life.  Real life is not always convenient and tidy.  It’s usually somewhat unruly, full of surprising twists and turns and just plain messy.  A wild start was only the beginning for Jesus.  He continued to live in italics.  His book of being has it all, longing for action and response – a life full of emphasis and meaning – italicized!

Living an italicized, ordinary life ~ Missy

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  1. Wow..I am impressed..what an excellent writing..Love Mom

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  2. Thanks. It's such a small word, with great impact!

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