Who am I that I am...

Who am I that I am a free woman?

Who am I that I am a voice?

Who am I that I am a reader?

Who am I that I am a middle classer?

Who am I that I am a wife?

Who am I that I am a mother?

Who am I that I am a daughter?

Who am I that I am a sister?

Who am I that I am a friend?

Who am I that I am a daughter of the King of Kings?

This morning as I woke up these questions floated around in my head seeping into my heart as sleep worked its way out of my mind. I lingered a moment wondering why I was allowed to have the life I have. Why was I not a woman born into the India slums, the war torn African planes, terrorist fearing cities of Iraq, need of ransom insurance in Mexico. I think these things not because I see America as better than all these countries. It isn't. The US had its times and no doubt will again. For now, for here, for today, why?

I am going to give thanks for these things. Why is what I woke up asking but not what I will do with my day. I woke up asking why but will do with my day something about it. Just as a fallen person sometimes needs a standing person to help them up, I can take what I have where I am neal down and share.

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I love when the weather is drizzly outside. When I have children cooped up inside all day I may rethink that but for now this weather reminds of of Jane Austen. On cloudy days I have a craving to go on a walk on an old country road or through a field. Just one of those things.

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One of the three potential buyers from Saturday wants another look at our house tonight. They have a top three they like. The only negetive about our house is that the other two have a better school system. Can't do much about that I guess.

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Due to only one morning nap on Friday and no nap all day Saturday, Sarah had a very rough day yesterday. She took four naps but would only go down crying herself to sleep. I think her daddy and I have sufficiently learned our lesson never to put her through that again. That baby girl was cranky!


Comments

Good questions my dear sister. :)

I hopped out of bed to get the girls ready for VBS. No time to ponder for me. :)

I changed my music. I still have to update my post.
debi9kids said…
Great questions to ponder. I have often thought the same thing about why I am where I am and not somewhere else...

I too love those rainy drizzly days. Enjoy!
Warren Baldwin said…
I've had similar questions to these sometimes, too. Doesn't seem fair that I get born into a great middle class family but some other child is born into poverty with no opportunity of advancement. I think you concluded that section of your post with the right suggestion: share. We aren't cisterns to just store God's blessings; we are conduits to pass them on to someone else. Good post.

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