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InThisLifeTogether

The other day I spoke to an aunt with whom I’ve very close. As usual our conversation meandered across a spectrum of loosely connected subjects. Before long we landed on a subject she spoke of often: my writing. “When are you going to write your book?”she asked slipping seamlessly between two unrelated topics. This is how our conversations usually progressed. Knowing my lines I gave her my pat answer “Auntie I’m working on making the time to write.”  This time however, her reply was different from previous others. “Well I want you to write it before I die. I’d like to read it you know.”  My heart contracted. The  conversation had became far more serious. It wasn’t just the mention of her death (which I pray wasn’t imminent), but a question arose:Once I finally started writing would there be anyone who mattered as much as she around to read it? I thought about all those who’d already gone on to better things: My parents, my grand parents,  other beloved aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Among those gone were some of my biggest supporters. Shared by them was always the supposition I’d write. One day, I would sit down and just write. But they were gone before I ever made the time to do just that. Auntie’s words birthed a new urgent resolve within me to actually spend the time doing something I always knew I should. Always before I had so many reasons why it couldn’t be now: I was busy building ministries, I was a young wife, I was a mother with young children, I was working to take care of my family, I was in school, I was fresh out of school and needed to take a break, I was building a new career. The excuses were endless, but with her statement I realized my life and hers, wasn’t. Suddenly, I am  53 years old.Half a century gone with most assuredly more time behind than ahead. So finally I think it’s time I just write. This blog will be an amalgamation of thoughts, ideas, personal grievances and joys. Hopes, both realized and dashed. Relationships and experiences both lovingly remembered and best forgotten. Highs, lows and all in between. Whatever lessons I’ve gleaned from this present world and my thoughts on the one to come. I’ll write.  If you’re interested, I invite you to bear witness.