It’s Friday. The day I head to the laptop and see what prompt awaits me. No backtracking, only moving forward.
There is something very freeing about these posts.
Everyone has a story. I tell mine with humor and sarcasm most of the time, by mouth to my children, but after this week, I am seeing my story through a new lens.
As I sit with someone each day whose story is now more foreign than clear, I wonder who will tell mine.
Since I know some of her story from before the cobwebs of Alzheimer’s invaded, I try to help brush them away and shed some light.
The very next day we are back to square one.
Fortunately for her descendants, this wonderful worker for the Lord has written her life story, straight from her mind to pen and paper, long before her illness came on.
It has me wondering. Who will tell my story? I suppose blogging does some of that, but the beginning needs told as well.
Have you shared your story on paper?