Weekly Inspirations

Who I am and why I’m here

To answer the question, “Who I am and why I’m here,” I must take you back to when I was a kid.

Who I Am and Why I’m Here 

 

I am much like my mother who is soft spoken, is the peace-maker in the family, and is always willing to help someone in need. She has been taking me to church since I was an energetic and talkative 5-year-old.  I used to bring my notebook to church and take notes mimicking my mother.

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

English was always my favorite subject in school and I have my 4th grade teacher Ms. Sutphin to thank for that. Ms. Sutphin was a 6 ft. tall German woman with a thick accent. Each time she read a story, she stopped right before the drama ended leaving us 9-year-olds thirsty for more and hardly able to sleep that night.

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

I was a tall, thin and very quiet in school. I was shy and very unsure of myself.  I was in love with my books and especially my diary I named DD.  I spilled out my sneaky 13-year-old thoughts on paper, then locked up DD with a little key that came with her, and hid her under my mattress.  She was a 5-year diary that I wrote in almost every day for 5 years.

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

blank paper with pen and coffee cup on wood table
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My grandmother and I formed a bond through writing when I was a teen. I was one of many granddaughters and we lived 800 miles apart.  I still have one of her letters that she wrote to me over 20 years ago written on pink paper.  She said in her letter these unforgettable words, “My eyes are getting dim and this will be my last letter.”  RIP grandma, thank you for making me feel special.

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

I started seeking out pen pals to correspond with when I was a teen because I was bored at home and had to babysit a lot. I found an ad in one of my teenage magazines for pen pals and started a 10+ year relationship with Rehmat from Ethiopia.  I learned that what I saw on TV about Africa was very different than how she described her life.

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

I enrolled in college right after high school but dropped out after a year unable to decide what I wanted to do with my life, deeply discouraged, and unable to pay the tuition.  Fast forward 25 years, I went back to school, majored in journalism with a focus on writing and received my BA degree graduating with honors.

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

I taught my sons to pray as preschoolers and now they are grown men.  Recently, we came together for the holidays and sat down to eat, we held hands and after we said our grace, my sons proceeded to say the confession that I taught them as teenagers that I assumed they had forgotten or didn’t say anymore, “All my needs are met, we are out of debt, and there is plenty more to put in store.”

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

I’ve had two kidney transplants receiving the 2nd kidney from my sister. When I was on dialysis it was painful, very frustrating, and my life seemed very dark. There was even a time that I didn’t think I would live through it and a time I didn’t want to. I am still here not just surviving but thriving, working everyday, enjoying my family and friends and doing some traveling too. Living life.


Who I Am and Why I’m Here

I didn’t share my story for years.  It wasn’t until I had been meditating and praying, then sat down at my laptop to write that my heart and my brain tried to get together, but couldn’t agree.  So my spirit took over and said it’s time – no more hiding.  I wrote sentences that poured out of me like an open fire hydrant. After reading it, I knew it didn’t come from me, but the Spirit within. I sent my article to a magazine, it was published and won an award for my story. (See video in the About section on my blog).

This is why I’m here.

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