I am from...
I am from black tops and side walks, from Disneyland to Knott's Berry Farm.
I am from the small stucco house at the end of a cul-de-sac, the smell of chlorine, block wall fences and Ford trucks.
I am from green grass throughout the year, sandy beaches, palm trees, Santa Ana winds and snow capped mountains.
I am from Christmas Eve with Grandma and Grandpa, Norwegian Lefse and homemade cinnamon rolls, from Ron and Blanche and a man named Jim.
I am from bus rides down Brookhurst street straight to Huntington Beach and summer visits with my aunt and uncle, their eight kids, barbeque's in the backyard, kick the can and hide-n-seek.
From Santa Claus and and the little song, "My mother said if I'd be good, she send me to the store"
I am from Jesus becoming Savior, a small church on the corner and Calvary Chapel concerts.
I am from the sunshine state, an accountant, beautiful wood work, and simple family meals around the kitchen table.
From the love of antiques, all things old, doll collections, cowboy boots and western wear, Johnny Cash and Engelbert Humperdinck, Mano's Pizza, Squirt and RC Cola.
I am from the stories of growing up in Wyoming, or the small town of Keokuk, and the Grandma retired in Santa Monica who raised five boys by herself.
The beauty in this little exercise is that no matter where "I am from", I am most importantly a daughter of the Most High God.
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away. Luke 21:33