Reading SueBE and Lori’s posts for this week, I noticed a theme – both of them are revising their own life-stories to incorporate more meaningful spiritual elements.  This means taking on greater responsibility and challenging themselves in ways they may not have expected.

The other day I watched the biography of Franklin D. Roosevelt, and realized that when you’re no longer around, somebody else tells your story.  Historians, distant relatives, the grocer…. Everybody weighs in as if they had something to do with your life.

After FDR had an affair, he and wife Eleanor led separate lives, but when he ran for president, they presented a façade of marital bliss.  When polio made walking difficult, his son walked beside him, holding him up surreptitiously in front of the cameras so he wouldn’t appear weak.  FDR ultimately built a substantive legacy, but behind the scenes, it was all smoke and mirrors.

Some historians weren’t even alive during FDR’s presidency, so they’ve relied on things other people said to determine the facts of his life. That’s why it’s so important to tell your story.  Clearly.  While you’re still here.

If you were to ask me for my story, I would say I’m a mother, a freelance writer, and a person of faith.  The things that matter most to me are my son, my dog, prayer, and encouraging other travelers on the road of life. When obstacles get in the way,  I do what I can and leave the rest up to God.  I know that I can change my world from bleak to better just by lifting my eyes to the skies.  No matter what else you might hear about me, this is my story.  And I’m sticking to it.