Twenty Minutes

Day 20 Twenty Minutes

June 20, 1963. The United States and Soviet Union signed an agreement to set up a hot line communication link between the two countries. 

If you could have a hot line to any person, dead or alive, who would it be? Who would you want to chat with if you only had twenty minutes on the hot line? What would you tell them?

I am spending time with my dear stepmom, whom I adore. We are taking care of some hard stuff and doing some fun stuff. But I don’t have time to write. Instead, I’m posting what I wrote two years ago. This was ten months after The Accident.

If I could spend twenty minutes talking to each of you, this is what I would want to talk about: Are you doing God’s will? Am I? What does that look like?

Two years ago I wrote the following, ten months after The Accident. Still true. Still asking these questions daily.


Friends have said, “it should not have been Andrew !”

I say, “then who would you have chosen?”

Recently I walked past the pictures we took the last time we were all together in December 2012. Everyone is smiling and genuinely happy. We had a great time together that weekend at Grandmother Estes’s 100 birthday, celebrating Christmas and seeing Andrew as a professional dancer in Nutcracker. (My kids are all gorgeous in those pictures, by the way!)

Then there are the pictures from last month. Again we are together and genuinely happy.

No, Andrew is not in the picture. But he is not missing. He is not lost. He is exactly where he is supposed to be. He is where he should be. He is in the presence of Christ. He is the center of God’s will, doing what he was made to do: worship The Creator with his whole being, in spirit and in Truth.

Where am I today? Where are you today? Are we doing what we are supposed to do? Are we doing God’s will today?

Will you worship God in spirit and truth with me today regardless of circumstances and pain?

While we wait for Christ’s return, let us live well today, my friends.

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