Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Where are you from? {A Writing Exercise with BPB}

I am from Texas sunsets, Florida lightning storms, and Virginia’s purple mountain’s majesty.  From American apple pie, English hot tea, and Cherokee cheek bones.

From” Red Rover Red Rover, send Alissa right over” and “Tag!  You’re it!”  From snow days building the tree house and hot, homemade chicken noodle waiting inside.

From the hope of acceptance and the fear of rejection; the tears you’ll never see, and the smiles you will.  From being the girl with the personality and pretty face, but too heavy for beautiful.

From Scrabble and Yahtzee, Trivial Pursuit and Trivia Adventure.  From Crazy 8’s and Rummy and reading for days on end.  From crisp fall air, summer sun, spring breezes, and catching snowflakes on my tongue.

I am from talking too loud and laughing until I cry and enjoying every minute of it.  From center stage in the floodlights and behind the camera and screaming for a touchdown in the pouring rain.  

I am from the feel of my Nana’s hand stroking mine on the church pew and my Papa patiently working out the tangles in my hair.

From my Dad’s analytical and Mom’s loquacious.  From jumping in with both feet and praying I don’t drown.  

From “Jesus loves me, this I know,” “Deep and Wide,” and “This is the day,” knowing in my heart of hearts it’s all true.  From the love of my Savior and joy in my heart and life everlasting.  Amen.