Choose to Believe

* This is a letter I gave to each of my nieces and nephew in 2007. 

Let me start off by saying I am not a preacher. You have enough preachers in your life, I am not one of them. This is simply my testimony and my witness. This year we have been studying the New Testament in Sunday School. The New Testament is full of letters and epistles from Paul and other leaders of the church to the early saints. During a Sunday School class I challenged the class members to write their own epistle. “Who would you write to?” I asked.   “What would you write?”

I decided to write my epistle to you. Yes, I like using the word epistle instead of letter, it makes me feel smarter. Keep in mind, the words and thoughts I share, I share with love.

– Aunt C.

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Thank you, mom

Back when I was a teenager, in a decade known as ‘the Eighties,’ I spent a lot of time at the movie theater. My friends alternated between the theater one weekend and the recreation center the next. It was a great system when I had the disposable money of my parents to burn.  I remember when Dirty Dancing came out. As always happens, we were bombarded by advertisements leading us to believe this would be the must-see movie of our generation. I’ve always been easily swayed by such hype and I wanted to see it with my friends.

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Way to go, Dad!

In my opinion, we are born with a desire to trust our parents. Our love for our parents is innate. It comes naturally. It’s pretty obvious that not all parents continue to earn trust and love from their children. Some of us, are blessed to be born to good parents. Not perfect people because perfection in people does not exist. But we are fortunate to be born to parents who try. That’s all we really need I think. And in their efforts, they do a pretty good job. We are the lucky ones – if luck has anything to do with it (and I doubt it does).

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A four year old named B

Back in June, my niece Nic and her family moved across the country to a warmer climate.  A place where ‘pop’ is referred to as ‘soda’ and my soon-to-be two year old grand-niece is picking up a southern drawl, y’all.

My grand-nephew B is as smart as ever.  I know you think I’m biased but he really is the cutest four year old out there today.  Seriously.

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