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I Am From

Oooh..fun! "I am from" is a prompt by Shelovesmagazine.com's synchroblog post, and I thought I'd chime in with mine.  I did something like this with my fourth-graders for Christmas once, but used the phrase "Christmas is..." instead.  It's fun and can be easy to do.  All you have to do is think of all the experiences, feelings, sights/sounds/smells/tastes, and descriptions from your life that have shaped who you are today, and then write it down in sentences using the "I am from.." as your sentence starter.

I decided to focus mine on the earliest parts of my life, from birth until early adulthood.  But seriously, I could be writing forever.  Here's what I've got:

I am from Mah, strong and hard-working like a horse
But also from dusty, flat prairies and long, cold winters
with scarves and toques and mittens on strings
I am from strangers matched and married in three months, 
a convenient relationship turned into a Christ-loving one

I am from shared bedrooms with giggling sisters
and a baby brother who bounced on my lap
I am from late dinners and the Lloyd Robertson news
waiting for Daddy to come home from 12 hours in a hot kitchen
I am from lively conversations and bowls of rice and bok choy and soup bones and meat

I am from Zellers' 15-minute specials, Saturdays at Wendy's,
and afternoons at the library yielding heavy hauls of borrowed books

I am from two worlds
From dim sum and Frosted Flakes
From English and Cantonese
From duty and responsibility and frugal living and honor rolls to honor family 
But also from posters on my wall, lip gloss, and New Kids concerts

I am from 800 calories a day and an hour of exercise
until I blacked out
until Jesus found me

I am from an altar call on Saturday night
and youth group and Bible college 
and Alliance, Baptist, Pentecostal, and Mennonite Brethren
but I am from none of them completely, and all of them a little

I am from grace undeserved and love unimaginable
I am from answered prayers 
and the faith of a godly mother
I am from the legacy of His goodness to every generation
and I am His.


Comments

Julia Cheung said…
Thanks for sharing! This was a fun post - and so similar to my experience growing up =) Also from vancouver BC
Mrs. Loquacious said…
Aw thanks Julia! It was a good exercise in reflecting and reducing / summarizing many years into a few representative phrases. I appreciate the comment :)
Sharon said…
That's nice. I Like that :)

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