Mrs. Lillian Pittman and I at a book talk in Paragould.
News From Patricia’s Place
Yes, my friends, today I am seventy. No, I can’t believe it either. On Saturday, I was having lunch with some classmates from the Bono Class of ’67, and we were discussing that very issue. We talked about how when we were in school, those who were fifty-five seemed so very old to us. We never saw ourselves as those not so young, slightly decaying people who had lived three score years and ten. Frankly, even today when I look in the mirror, I sometimes wonder how that image of my grand-mother came to be staring back at me. Oh, to be thirty-five again!
But you know, I don’t think I would turn back the clock now, even if I could. I look back at the last half of my life at all the blessings I’ve received and the joy and wonder that has been placed in my path and I wouldn’t want to sacrifice any of it for an opportunity at a do-over. No, I haven’t gotten everything from life I wanted. In most ways, I’ve gotten so much more than I ever dreamed I’d have. If I sat down to count my blessings, I’d still be sitting in this chair this time next year to list the best of them. I too have had a few heartaches, but such a pittance when compared with the blessings God has laid at my feet. My life has been a good one.
So where do I go from here? At a recent conference in Collierville, Tennessee, the Mid-South Christian Writer’s Group used the theme of “My Pen, His Plan.” I am going to steal their motto for my future goal. I love writing. I have had a wonderful time sharing my Shiloh stories with Arkansas. I am going to finish the five volumes of this story and then wait to see what new story about my home state the Lord wants me to tell next. All of you who have read my books have blessed me more than I can tell you. I appreciate your encouragement and support.
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