I am sitting in my husbandís study, beating myself up because I donít have any ideas for my next column. A picture of my three-year-old daughter when she was a newborn flashes up one the computer screen. That one is quickly followed by a photo of my one year old granddaughter when she was a newborn. It suddenly dawns on me that I need to quit saying Iím blocked and write. So here is the product of my wandering mind.
I am so very thankful for all that you have given me. I am especially thankful for my wonderful children. Four of them you miraculously gave to Al and me directly as a product of our love. One you even more miraculously brought into our lives from a foreign country and the most recent one you miraculously used my daughter as a vehicle to give us one more of your children.
I am not worthy of these gifts, yet you saw fit to give them to me anyway.
All of these children entered our lives at just the right time. First, you gave me Scott. You gave him to us so that we had someone to mature with. He was our test child, the one that taught me how to be a mother.
Then there was Nicholas. We are still trying to figure him out. For the longest time Nicholas has stumped me. Now, that he is an adult, I may be getting past the tip of the iceberg. He is a writer and this is a passion we share. He is one of my soul mates, one of my inspirations.
Now, onto Katie, she is my little girl. Need I say more? She was another female in a house full of males and someone to share all those things that mothers and daughters share.
Freya came next. She was my foreign country child. Freya lived with us for a year. It was an amazing year. Freya became Katieís big sister as well as not letting Al and I get to comfortable with empty nest syndrome. We went through a lot of changes that year, not because of Freya, but along with her.
During that wonderful year with Freya, we were bestowed with another gift, Anastasia, our change of life child. Anastasia was given to us at a time when we had become complacent. We thought our lifeís journey had been set and that we had everything we could ever want or need. Anastasia has helped us rearrange our priorities and realize what is most important in our lives.
Then one more gift. Katie had a baby girl of her own, my granddaughter. Andriana has been as much of a blessing as all of my other children. She is one of the lights in my eyes and has been a lifeline for Katie when things have gotten bad.
All of our children have given us and will continue to give us many more gifts. They are the gift that keeps on giving.
Now, you may ask, what does all of this have to do with why I write? The answer is very simple.
I write to praise God. My children are a few of the reasons I praise God. The children, each in their own way have enriched my life. They are my soul mates and my muses. They inspire me to reach down deep into myself and write what I find in my heart.
I write to praise and glorify God and I thank God everyday for the gifts of my children and the gift of my writing.
I'm sure that you and I share something in common with almost every woman at FaithWriters... We are all so thankful for our children and for the gift of writing. Thank you for introducing us to your loves. You are truly blessed.