Easter Sunday brought home to me a message that God has, perhaps, been sweetly whispering in my ear for a number of years... Live now! Don't wait until the kids are grown, until school is finished for the year, until the house is in order, until, until, until...
I got to thinking about the power of good books in my life. You know, the ones that you keep or buy again if you misplace them. The kind that hang on and you find yourself either quoting or referring to the story line over and over...and when you remember them, you get that far away look in your eyes and that beatific little smile.
Well, life caught up to me over the last few weeks and I stopped blogging. Just couldn't seem to get here. My 18yo son qualified for the USMC and is now scheduled to swear in on August 10th and get kicked out to boot camp. Suddenly, that family photo session I've been putting off is somehow SO important and time is marching past. Hmmm. Live now! Don't wait. And as the country song says, "Don't blink." Yeah.
The tragic part is that many of us get to latter years and wonder what we have to show for it. We look back and can check off the list of things we did, but what is that, a grocery list? I'm a quiet person, who likes to live behind the curtain, pointing so that others know where to go, and smiling encouragement to those headed out on the stage. Writing allows me to do that. I can nod, point and smile, unseen, behind the computer keys, a vessel in God's Hands.
Listen to that Voice in your ear...live now! Write, play, hug, touch...this is how we become good writers.
