November marks the two year anniversary of a great family tragedy. We won't dwell upon the date, we will however move forward with life leaving behind the darkness of that day. It is apart of who we are...who we have become. It's what we do with the defining experiences in life that matter. A dear friend and well known author, Jane Kirkpatrick, told me once that we all have a story. Each story is different, some are not as exciting as others to most but we ALL have a story. When I was writing my book A Sacred Place, Memoirs of a Female Hunter, I was writing it with the sole purpose of preserving my family traditions and a way of life that over the years is changing, like all things do. I wanted to document for my daughter and future grandchildren, the ways things were before I was too old to remember. So I wrote my story. Then I published my story. Others have read it and enjoyed it. Maybe others...not so much, I don't know I haven't heard. I am hopeful that my story may bring a smile to someone's face or spark a memory of their own, or they may learn something by walking along with me on my journey. It might be boring or uninteresting to some, but it's My Story. My sister is apart of my story but she also has one of her very own.
My sister's story from that November night is tragic, and dark and unpleasant. But it has an amazing ending, filled with faith and hope and love and a bright shining light which guides her. She is growing and flourishing from her experience and has turned away from the darkness and ran to the light. She will tell her story some day. She has young children and her main goal is their growth and development and happiness. They are doing very well today, due to God and my sister's nurturing. We talked on the phone yesterday while she was shopping. We discussed the need to tell her story some day when the time is right. She believes that she'll know when that time it. Immediately after ending our conversation, she walked past a sign with a road map and a compass and a phrase written at the top of the plaque, that said "The World is Waiting to Hear Your Story." She smiled and purchased the plaque to hang above her desk as a reminder. And when the time is right she will tell.
So...what's your story?
For Now,
Sherrie Gant
A Sacred Place, Memoirs of a Female Hunter
www.sherriegant.com
My sister's story from that November night is tragic, and dark and unpleasant. But it has an amazing ending, filled with faith and hope and love and a bright shining light which guides her. She is growing and flourishing from her experience and has turned away from the darkness and ran to the light. She will tell her story some day. She has young children and her main goal is their growth and development and happiness. They are doing very well today, due to God and my sister's nurturing. We talked on the phone yesterday while she was shopping. We discussed the need to tell her story some day when the time is right. She believes that she'll know when that time it. Immediately after ending our conversation, she walked past a sign with a road map and a compass and a phrase written at the top of the plaque, that said "The World is Waiting to Hear Your Story." She smiled and purchased the plaque to hang above her desk as a reminder. And when the time is right she will tell.
So...what's your story?
For Now,
Sherrie Gant
A Sacred Place, Memoirs of a Female Hunter
www.sherriegant.com
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