Where I Come From

Mercy. It's been over a year and I don't know if I even remember how to blog. I do know that there is an excitement in me when I see these black words fill an empty white canvas.  I was nudged by the Blogtember event by Story of My Life to blog again.  Nothing like stepping in to a big challenge of blogging everyday... sometimes I need a challenge to motivate me.

Where I come from

Am I a shadow or a reflection of where I come from? 

Truth is..

I know very little about who I am and the roots of my family tree. 

I know the basics

My parents were young and married in the 70's 

my mom a flower child hoping in peace and love 

and my dad finding love in her beauty.

After I was born, struggles presented themselves in their marriage and as the pages of their love story was written: love did not conquer all. 

I never had the opportunity to meet my dad's parents or my mom's dad- all were gone before I arrived: they must have known that I was going to be a force to be reckoned with.... 

I never really knew my only living grandmother because the miles separated us.  

It wasn't until the last years of her life that we would engage in conversations and I can't even tell you that they were often. I wanted to know who she was and where she came from but I never made adequate time in the busyness of life.  

Where I come from 

Life never presented itself as 'easy'

Life always offered a choice

Life was simpler 

Life was mostly lived outdoors

Life continued to change day to day 

Records were played daily

Televisions had three stations and there was no remote

School buses picked everyone up

Principals had permission to paddle 

Computers were unheard of

McDonalds was a once a month treat

A pasture of cows were in our school yard

Cash or Check was the only form of payment

Encyclopedias were a household staple

Public libraries were needed for school projects 

Pluto was still a planet 

Cartoons only came on Saturday mornings 

There was no such thing as time out 

All of the stores were closed on Sundays 

Where I come from: 

I have grown in faith and learned

In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was God. {John 1:1}

He formed me in His own image. {Genesis 1:27}

I am loved by Him. {John 3:16}

I am a shadow of the darkness of sin and a reflection of the perfect image of Christ. 

I come from the one who sees the darkness in my heart, the graffiti of sin in my life and yet His merciful love offers light at the end of the tunnel. 

Where I come from 

I was a gift and I was given a gift 

and I am made with purpose...

as are you.