Where I'm From

I am from homeade cornbread in old cast iron skillets, from peanut farmers and mill workers in the deep South to Middle America Idaho, Nebraska, and Kansas all at the same time. I am from Crystal Burgers, and "Cokessss...CASHHHH".

I am from streets named after flowers. I am from pride in watching the new house go from concrete slab, to studs, to brick in 1980. I am from parents who still live there today and worked hard to make this simple house a home. I am from a hallway nook between bedrooms where we waited out storms with Barbie, Ted (as in the bear), blankets and pillows, and inseperable sisters. I am from never knowing what it's like to live without a dog in the house.

I am from the cool, crisp, St. Augustine in grandma's front yard that welcomed many feet.

I am from pretending that Gretchen the schnauzer was either JAWS or Toto after the annual CBS Special. I am from every holiday New Year's to Christmas being at Grandma's house. I am my dad's favorite...he says that to all the kids. I am everything my mom did right. I am from a smile that never stops, from VanSlykes, and Carvers, and Turners.

I am from those who are eternal optimists, encouragers, and others who were quick to anger. I am from 2nds and even 3rds. I am from what I suspect is a long line of egg shell walkers.

I am from "if you don't believe he's not comin'", and "you can do anything you set your mind to". I am from a "ROUST!" every 5:30 a.m. on Christmas day.

I am from being taught about my loving heavenly Father, who gave His only Son as a ransom for my sin. I am from emotional Easter Sundays remembering my Savior on the cross. I am from going to church camp every summer, and VBS too. I am from sometimes hot and sometimes not. I am from God working out his plans no matter what. I am from sinners and saints. I am a sinner, yet I am being sanctified as we speak. I am from realizing there are just some things you cannot possibly do without God - no matter how hard you set your mind to do it.

From the toddler girl in the hand sewn red coat who went to the farm with her grandfather. Who when her grandpa lost sight of her, was found in a the field with the cows that as momma's themselves must have known she was no threat and did not bring her any harm. And the teenage boy who went to see Jerry Lee Lewis and on the walk back home was stopped by non other than the The Killer himself who drove up beside him asking for directions. I am from that teenage boy who gave him the wrong directions...on purpose.

I am from a large box of pictures that have never made it to the photo album, adored none-the-less. I am from "momma what did you bring me on your trip?". I am from a Van Gogh or is it banjo?, and memories in the mind that not even a picture could give worth. A girl can hardly ask to be from more.

I totally stole this from The Mitchell's blog. Go here if you'd like to do one yourself!