7 A final word

When I was growing up, sensing the Lord had blessed me with a gift for writing, I toyed with the idea of becoming a journalist. I took journalism in both junior high and high school and was editor of the school paper my freshman and senior years. I imagined an ideal life would be to live in a small town somewhere, perhaps something like the Mayberry depicted in the old Andy Griffith Show, and publish the town’s weekly newspaper.

Life has a way of happening other than the way we dreamed it might.

And yet maybe not. Here I am cranking out a weekly family newsletter again, and though the frequency has wandered through the years from quarterly to monthly to weekly, we are 37 years into the project. That represents a lot of writing. And a worn out pencil or two. And I just keep writing. It’s something I have to do.

For more than a third of a century now you have had to endure my ramblings on topics that matter to me, mostly themes relating to the gospel, history, or the family. I hope it’s been worthwhile, maybe even enjoyable. The Lord’s been good to me, to all of us, and that in the end is what my writing is all about: to bear witness of Him and His goodness in our lives.