July 15, 2015
This is a good day for personal reflection.
It’s my birthday!
Since it’s my birthday, I thought I would share a bit about myself. So here goes. . .
When I was a child. . .
I spent a majority of my time barefoot in the treetops. I was a complete tomboy and loved every minute of it.
When I was 13. . .
I heard my first John Denver song. I’ve been listening ever since. He makes me high.
When I was in college. . .
I had no idea what I wanted to be. My English professor told me I was a writer. I didn’t believe her and chose nursing. Caring for the sick and injured helped me realize my ability to heal. I have seen miracles.
When I apply make-up and hair dye. . .
I resent it, but I still do it. Every birthday I think of this, and wonder will I ever dare to live my truth?
When I think too much about blogging– over 300 followers– . . .
I freeze up and want to hide.
So I take a deep breath, listen to my heart, and write. . .
I believe in God.
I believe in Jesus.
I believe all people go to heaven.
This is my story.
It doesn’t have to be yours.
This is not an attempt to convince or persuade any of you.
Just telling my story.
I want you to tell your story.
If I were a wildflower, I would blossom in a meadow, filled with sunshine and moon shadows, amidst rainbow blooms.
Peace to you from the prairie.