Where Are You From?

Good morning…

As I took a little time to organize my computer’s desktop, I ran across this poem written by our fourteen year old son last August. At my kids’ school, I have always loved the traditional eighth grade writing assignment entitled “Where I’m From.” My son captured these words on his blank page.

Where I’m From

I am from big backyards,
from trampoline jumping and knee football.
I am from church every Sunday.
I am from camping with my dad
and hiking with my family.

I am from whiffle ball,
from family dinner every night.
I am from Lake Tingley,
from never ending car rides.

I am from dressing up in costumes,
from loving Christmas and the elves.
I am from wrestling,
from tournaments every weekend.
I am from winning conference and big greasy burgers afterwards.

I am from Steak and Shake with my brother,
from horseplay that drove my mom crazy.
I am from sports every day after school.

I’m from the beach with the cousins,
from loving every second with my brother.
I’m from waiting for lasagna and craving Stromboli.

I’m from sneaky CVS trips and Grandma’s cookies.
I’m from sad goodbyes and happy endings.

Though we are each from different places, different people, different priorities, we all experience sad goodbyes and happy endings. If you were given this “Where I’m From” assignment, what words might collect upon your blank page?

Jesus replied, “You’re right that you only have my word. But you can depend on it being true. I know where I’ve come from and where I go next,” John 8:14a (MSG).

Sue