Where I Am From & Contact Me

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I Am From

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I am from the dust of the earth, God breathed life.
I am from God in His likeness, a daughter of the most High King.
From trembling giving hands of a frightened birth mother,
To awkward welcoming hands uncertain of parenthood.

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I am from a suburban ranch brick home,
creaky pocket doors and a pink chandelier dancing it’s beauty on mirrored walls.
From honeysuckle bushes crimsoned with berries fencing in a private pool
for swims from the high noon sun to stars sprinkling the sky.
From simple TV dinners served on metal TV trays in a shag carpeted, paneled family room.
I am from lumpy oatmeal every Saturday and milky scrambled eggs each Sunday.

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I am from a hymn singing baritone dad, a radio news broadcaster,
from an only child mom who found miracles happen birthing a first & only baby at 42 –

my missed sister.
I am from a God-fearing grandfather, living in the same home,
with secret taps on the wall each night reminding me of his love.

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From being told not to “drink or chew, or go with those that do”,
“keep your elbows off the table”, “sit straight”, and
“because I am the mother, that’s why”.
I am from rejection and a broken vessel, though not discarded.
I am from Life is Hard, but God is Good.

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I am from a white steepled Baptist church, Vacation Bible School and
Sunday School mornings singing Jesus Loves Me.
I am from walking a church aisle to
Just as I Am,
from a 1982 New Year’s Eve emersion baptism along with my sister.
I am from sin, saved by grace and a new unbroken, mind boggling adoption into the family of God.

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I am from the sweet smell of malt, the hops of beer in Milwaukee,
melt-in-your-mouth German Schaum Torte
topped with ice cream each Christmas Eve.
I am from the honey taste of Greek Baklava from birth parents,
and 8 siblings who I’ve not all met.

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I am from few childhood pictures and painful, fading memories.
I am from 24 years with my husband and precious gifts of children from God.
I am from overflowing scrapbooks for a dozen children and
two tear-splattered gravestones for children worshiping in heaven.
I am from the journey of mourning and finding joy in the morning.

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I am from a Book, with my name written in it.

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I am from the . . . I AM.

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© LVS 2006; 2009
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Exodus 3:14: “I AM THAT I AM” – (Hebrew: אהיה אשר אהיה, pronounced Ehyeh asher ehyeh, or Yahweh) is the response God used in the Bible when Moses asked for His name, which means Jehovah – meaning “to be, to become” – self-existent One.  (from Bible study book, LORD, I want to Know You, A Devotional Study on the Names of God, by Kay Arthur).
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This post is part of a meme that has been around for numerous years. To write your own, Where I’m From poem, read here.