If you've ever read my Legend of the Mer book you will hear the above three words mentioned.
My character Lana has some challenges in her life, but all in all they have led her to The Good Life.
You might say that pretty much sums up my life as well. Not only did my family move from CA to VA in 1995 giving up all we knew and many we loved.
I survived cancer in 2008/2009. Went through years of radiating and a few surgeries as well. In some ways you might say I've become a warrior and have overcome many battles.
I'm still struggling with some of my health issues, but when I look back from where I've come to today I can truly say I have lived The Good Life.
What do those three words mean; a life filled with love, laughter, family, friends, sometimes tears, overcoming adversity, contentment in a life of mediocrity or even mountaintop living, and most of all faith in my Creator to see me through.
My husband John has also been right there beside me all the way. My daughters and grandchildren have encouraged me as well as other family members.
I'm currently writing the fourth book in the Legend of the Mer series and you might say the Prentis family as well as extended members of the family are enjoying The Good Life as well.
Many of our flowers and tree blossoms have been frozen and heated and frozen again for weeks here in Virginia this early spring.
I'm hoping my pink and white Dogwoods will have some bloom in the end. If any of you have read my book The Hart of Telendaria you'll know I'm especially fond of them and the Wisteria around the property.
I suppose there is some metaphor in this; perhaps we are too eager for things and we need to take a pause now and again to make sure it's the right timing of a matter.
I am hopeful for Easter this year, perhaps because of the back and forth with the weather. Somehow Easter for me is the beginning of spring and the renewal of all things.
Not many people realize St. Patrick wasn't born in Ireland, in fact he was born in Britain. Some say he was born into a privileged family with his father being a deacon and minor local official.
It was at the age of 16 Pirates kidnapped him for a ransom and carried him away by ship to Ireland.
He spent six years working as a herdsman and depended upon his faith to see him through; apparently his father didn't pay a ransom for his son.
One night he had a dream which told him a ship was ready to return him to his family. He escaped his master and found passage to Britain.
He nearly starved and had a second brief captivity before he was reunited with his family.
In the Confessio, his spiritual autobiography he tells of another dream where he's given a letter headed "The Voice of the Irish." As he read it he seemed to hear a certain company of Irish beseeching him to walk once more among them.
He had doubts of his calling, but in the end did return to Ireland with confidence in the Lord to see him through. After many years of service, Saint Patrick died in Ireland having fulfilled his calling.
to stretch forth her stems The Hydrangeas await the warmth The sun will soon shine its ray The hard ground will unlock Upon the appointed day When the Creator conducts His music will ring And all the earth will rejoice And join in the symphony of Spring - Sheri L. Swift 2/3/17