Why do I write. . . I don’t know except that it brings me joy. I sometimes seem driven, while other times so afraid of failing. I write for me! PERIOD! If anyone else enjoys it . . . then that is certainly icing on the cake.
This morning I thought of all the wise people that have been a fountain of my life (Proverbs 13:14) . . . ones that shaped me. All that we are today. . . we were shaped by many, many family members and friends that guide us through good times and tragic times. I really don’t believe things are happen chance, but part of God’s big picture. The miracle of life is that they were all here for us.. . . lives could have been lost (war, disease, suicide, or any number of issues). . . times could have been different.
But for us to be here as we are. . . miracles happened. . . The list is very long for me.. . . so many that are close to my heart that I dare not start listing for fear I would leave someone out. If I took a day to thank each, to think about each, to remember stories about them. . . I would be well into my 90’s. Ponder those “potters” in your life that helped shape you!!