Reflections

Greetings.

Last week I started this series on reflections, memories that shaped me into the person I am today. I don't have a specific day of the week for this, however, I'm putting these up on Wednesday for now.

Reflections will travel through events in my life in chronological order, I hope you travel through time with me.

Reflections

Two

When I was very young in my preschool years and curious about God I asked my mother who Jesus was. She had a brilliant answer for me. "Jesus is a person who you can talk to," Mom said.

Jesus is a person. I thought about this a lot and believed her. I started to talk to Jesus all the time. He became my silent playmate when my siblings were at school. Whatever game I played, I would ask the Lord Jesus questions and pretend He played with me.

Years later as a teenager many of my friends proclaimed that they were atheist. This troubled me. Why was it so hard for me to proclaim the same? My answer...I knew that God was real and that Jesus was His Son from all the years of playing with Him. I had real, substantial experience that could not be denied.

For those of you who like to say the popular and common phrase that "you believe in a higher power," the higher power has a name. Don't be mistaken or fooled. It takes courage to say, "I believe in Jesus."

Nancy

Reflections

Greetings.

Over the past year and a half I've shared a lot of my personal struggles with all of you. Some would say that this is a mistake. I am aware of the philosophy that states, 'whatever you put out into the universe will return to you.' In other words, only share positive things. Well...I've failed in that regard.

What I can tell you is that the people who inspire me the most are those who've had personal hardships and tragedies that they had to overcome in order to be successful. The argument will be that they didn't share any of their struggles at the time, only after they had success. Of course, if you don't know the person you really don't know if that is true. Everyone needs help from their friends.

Since I've been so honest in the past I thought it only fitting to begin a series about my life, both good and bad. I will share in chronological order the things that have impacted me and made me who I am. After all, it is my life experience that has made me into a writer. Not to worry, I don't intend to complain all that much. I hope you will join me on this journey through time.

Reflections

One

When I was very young my mother worked as a nurse and my father was a traveling salesman. He was gone for six weeks at a time. While my siblings were at school I was at home with a daycare provider. The first of my reflections will be during this preschool age. 

I had a dream as real as any waking experience that has long shaped my conscious thought. I've often wondered what this dream meant and now I think I know the answer. Took me long enough.

In my dream I was a kite. Not just like a kite, but my body was transformed into a beautiful kite. I flew above the houses in our side yard and could see the roof tops and distant clouds. Attached to the kite which was me, was a string and all the members of my family at the time held the string. My mother, my sister and my brother. I was the youngest for nine years so my younger brother hadn't been born yet. I was about the age of three or four. In my dream my family all called out, "Nancy, come down, come down." 

I didn't want to go down. I wanted to fly away to see what was out in the world. It felt so good and right to be high in the sky without any fear or care. As I hovered my family kept calling to me and I finally made the decision to go down. Then I woke up.

I now realize that this dream meant that I longed to be free of the constraints that my family put on me. There were many, even at such a young age. Those constraints still hold me back.

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So, what do you think? Do you like my idea of sharing little stories about myself with you?

Nancy