Where I am From

It seems that everyone on Facebook and Blogger is writing a "25 random things about me" list. I have been tagged by many people to complete the list for myself, but I'm just not wanting to. However, I have been wanting to do a little creative writing exercise lately...an "I am from" poem. So, rather than a random things list, I give you a poem of sorts...

I am from wide open space, the wind in my hair, and colorful sunsets. I am from standing on front porches to watch thunderstorms roll in. I am from long dusty bike rides and stones splashed in creeks. I am from secret fortresses amidst the haybails.

I am from chasing chickens with their heads cut off. I am from dirt under fingernails, from juicy red strawberries, crisp green cucumbers, and sweet corn-on-the-cob.

I am from a love-filled family. I am from to-do lists from mom and evening phone calls from dad, from crafts at the kitchen table and hugs and prayers before bedtime. I am from game nights, puzzles, and lying on the floor, from the original Nintendo Mario Brothers, Barbies, and Micro Machines. I am from 4-H record books and project talks.

I am from cousins across the road and trips next door to grandpa and grandma's house for lemondrops. I am from sixteen classmates, sweaty sports practices, and cruising mainstreet. I am from crimped hair, stick-on earrings, hypercolor shirts, and snap bracelets.

I am from the church on the highway. I am from mother-daughter banquets and ice cream socials. I am from vacation Bible school where snack time was the best. I am from hymn-sing Sunday and "It Only Takes a Spark".

I am from a God who died for me. I am from many mistakes along the way. I am from a community of grace. I am from eternal gratitude.