From There

I got this idea from Krystle and Claire, and I had to do it myself! 

I think this is appropriate thing to post the day before Thanksgiving, because I am very thankful to live where I do, and very thankful for the upbringing I had. 

I am so thankful the Lord has allowed me to be a wife and mother.

I’m thankful to share this life with a man as amazing as Derek. 

I’m thankful for my sweet and happy son, and the chance to give my children a blessed childhood like I had. 

I truly am eternally grateful that “Jesus loves me” and “family will forever be there”.

I'm thankful that this is where I come from, and that He's not done with my story yet.

I can never thank Him enough for all He has done for me.

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The Place I Come From . . .

I am from feather pillows and teddy bears, from Sleepytime tea and reading with Mom in the middle of the night.

I am from the mountain ranch, wild and free and grand, the smell of fresh-cut hay on the wind.

I am from the quaking aspen trees, fields of dandelions, and rushing rivers, the tall grass, the bright irises, new air and deep sky.

I am from Christmas shopping trips with Dad, riding horses under the summer sun, and hazel eyes, from Daybreak and Rock and Messenger.

I am from the patriotic and the loyal.

From “Jesus loves you” and “family will forever be there”.

I am from streams of mercy and amazing grace.  I am from filthy rags, washed snow white in nothing but the blood of Him who turned the water to wine.

I'm from high altitude and thin air, and the old German country, from salted nut rolls and sweet potatoes and choke cherries.

From the boy who split logs for a penny each, the girl from the city who came to this place and could never leave, and the twins who made the growing years better.

I am from the baby box in the closet, the albums resting on the bookshelf in the corner of a crowded basement, the frames on the walls – all the visible remnants of memories and of a heritage that will forever dwell in hearts.  The places my new memories and the heritage I leave will go as life marches on. 

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Thank you Lord that this is my history!  Thank you for the ultimate gift of taking me from filthy rags to white as snow by Your grace.  Thank you for where You have me now, and thank you, Lord, for all the places You have yet to take me.

Happy Thanksgiving to each one of you as you give Him thanks for what He has done and for what He will do!




P.S. If you want to write your own "Where I'm From" poem, check out the template here.