I am from...

I am from warm blankets, from Bisquick pancakes and never-ending laughter .

I am from the quiet suburbia, the slightly removed, the place where the train always makes it's presence known as it passes through in the middle of the night. From the fresh air and the cool river water.

I am from the limitless maple trees, and the faithful daffodils that push their head through the soil every spring.

I am from Dick's on Christmas Eve, great story telling, and unsurpassed love, from my mom and from my dad.

I am from the love of working hard and playing hard, and from a giving heart that is always willing to go above and beyond. From social butterflies and honest intentions.

From Fourth of July tales about the ghost of Harold Schwatzer and vital accounts about the God of Abraham and Jacob.

I am from going to church bright and early every Sunday morning . From putting my faith in the One who created me in His image, to do His good work, to live out His plan for my life.

I'm from the beautiful Pacific Northwest, raised by two locals. From close family ties, Chicken Couch and Dutch Babies.

From the hardest working man I will ever know, and the most faithful, caring mother. From the most dedicated, loving, respectable team to ever take on the task of raising three children.

I am from summers at Priest Lake and winters in the mountains, from spontaneous road trips in Eleanor and spur of the moment trips to Didiers.

I am from the place where everyone knows my name.

I am from an unfathomable love, saving grace, and unceasing mercy.

From darkness to light. From the love of a Father who will always catch me when I fall, who will always have His arms wide open, pierced hands ready to lift my burdens and hold me in the comfort of His peace.

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