I write to clarify my thoughts and communicate them to others. This presupposes that I believe my thoughts are worth communicating, and some of them are. I want my readers, who include my children, friends, and anyone else interested, to laugh, cry, be encouraged, be comforted, be challenged, and ultimately, to see God in my life.
After my mother died, my brother Milt and my sister Linda and I drove back from Florida to New York City. We had some really good, honest conversations, relating as equals despite our age differences and life choices, until Milt made one of his signature jokes at my expense. I had an M.Ed, but was taking a break from teaching by working in the kitchen of a Friendly’s Restaurant in Ohio. When asked what I wanted to do with my life, I replied that I wanted to serve God. “I didn’t know that he ate at Friendly’s,” was my brother’s response. Laughter ended that conversation, but my brother’s joke revealed a great truth to me: God is everywhere, and how we respond to other people indicates our response to Him. You cannot love God and hate other people; that is a mockery of the Truth.
So, if you want to know about me, here it is: I love God and I love people, especially children and babies. I have lots of children, six biological and quite a few “adopted.” I like most animals, living in the country, and being outdoors. I like reading books, listening to music and sitting quietly in a cozy chair inside. I like to sing and dance. I bake bread and still cook for an army though I live alone at the moment. I would like to travel more around the US and especially to France and S Korea, where I have children living. I would love to go to Africa. In the past few years, however, most of my traveling has been as a circuit-riding mama and grandma, going wherever my kids and grandkids need me. The upside is that I stay active and involved and that my life is enriched with each person I love. The downside is that partings never get easier, so little pieces of my heart are scattered wherever my loved ones are, especially my kids. As I get older, I find that my body does weaken, and my brain loses some of its sharpness. My heart, on the other hand, continues to grow; no matter how many people it attaches to, there is always an enlargement, not a decrease, in its capacity to love. This is the blessing of God.