July 18, 2020

We All Have Our Stories – Here’s Mine

A ghetto Valley girl in a wife and mom world
Wondering what happened when life unfurled
A guy showed up in his Chevy truck
Unlikely suitor, love got me stuck
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Next thing I know – old life’s out the window
Tryin’ to make do without Guess and Aldo
Making casseroles … what the heck are those?
Never dreamed that I’d be watching livestock shows
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Figurin’ out where I fit in
Feeling outta place with the Wenatcheeans
But slowly driftin’ from the values of L.A.
Wanting a better life away from the decay
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Takin’ Mulan’s lead, I’m lookin’ at a face
Asking lots of questions, feelin’ a little displaced
Then I check my I.D., the truth reminding me
I’m not a lost soul wandering aimlessly
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My identity … it’s not where I reside,
Not what I drive or with whom I jive
It’s found in the blood that covers me
A new creation justified beautifully
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That’s where I find my security
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I penned that “rap” (hey, I grew up in the hiphop/dance crew subculture of L.A.) 😆 roughly ten years ago, when I kept up a personal blog to journal my struggles and reflections as a big city transplant to a small, agricultural town in Central Washington (and the culture shock associated with that – both socially and ethnically 🥴), while simultaneously navigating life as a brand-spanking new mom AND baby Christian.
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All kinds of new were happening to me and though life was an absolute blessing, I was also absolutely lost. I surely did not have to wait for my mid-life crisis; it was happening to me right as I turned 30!
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A decade has passed since then and I get to celebrate 40 years of life later this week. I plan on taking the next several days to share my story within God’s bigger story … especially how I came to realize that my identity and purpose aren’t determined by any person, place, or thing in this temporary world, but by the precious blood of Jesus Christ alone.