Somewhere sewn to my heart was the desire to live a life with an incredible story. My story started out mundane. There was so little to comment on - or so I thought. I'm in the middle of Chapter 29 of my life and it was today that I realized the amount of incredible people God has put in my path.
At 16 I met Irene, my German neighbor who endured the effects of Nazi Germany and lived to tell about it. It was from her the I learned the the devastating effect war has on both sides. While the acts of Nazi Germany are anything but forgivable, hearing "the other side" was a learning experience. I not only learned about war but also how to bake artisan bread.
At 24 several incredible men came into my life. One chose to leave the priesthood for me while the other chose to face the huge galls of grief that confronted me and continued to pound my heart for the next few years.
I was blessed by God to have my mother so profoundly effect my life in so many ways. Her ingenuity, love, support and endless prayers kept me going. When I was drowning in teenage angst she was the voice of compassion and reason and when I reached adulthood and was clasping desperately to her, she let me cling just long enough before pushing me away.
The Lord is an incredible author of so many incredible stories. I'm happy to give Him the pen to my life. Write on sweet Jesus, write on!
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