Jun. 2, 2008 - I Am From
Here's a writing project I created. :) Tell me what you think!
I Am From
By Cassidy Williams
I am from a small and rural town where the sunshine is always plenty, from bible stories, children’s storybooks, and a realm where children are allowed to dream to their heart’s content.
I am from a land of azure skies, white, sandy beaches and the ebbing tides of the Atlantic, from a place of endless dirt roads and rolling hills.
From a home full of godly love, a home that has entertained friends and neighbors, and a home that smelled of Pine Sol and morning breezes.
I am from the heather that grew along the pathway of our home; I am from the blackberry bushes and the persimmons that we gathered during the late autumn.
I am from Mama’s freshly baked dinner rolls and Daddy’s little treasures that he would bring us from his out-of-town business trips. I am from our family outings and field trips; from the long car rides and the constantly asked question, “Are we there yet?”
I’m from the beautiful hand-me-down clothes and toys that my momma would find at a yard sale, and from the countless hours my younger brother and I would spend outdoors picking blackberries, catching grasshoppers, and fishing until mother would call us in for dinner.
I’m from Robert Williams and Denise Flowers Williams. I’m from Paul Williams, Joyce Schock Williams, Dennis Flowers, and Barbara Gilooly Flowers.
I am from a line of determined women who can succeed with excellence, and sturdy men who are hard workers and find solutions to any given problem or task.
From a large family who once faced impeding obstacles many years ago, and a family who, at one time, could barely make ends meet.
I am from a family of New Testament Christians who believes in the sanctity of God’s word and the importance of wholly obeying His will for humanity.
I am from a rural town in Florida; and North Carolina, where many of my family dwell in the near the same area where my Indian ancestors once lived. I am from the Midwest, where many of my other ancestors lived and dwelt as farmers.
I am from my mother’s fresh-baked bread and my dad’s many food concoctions.
I am from my grandmother’s snow babies and my mother’s sentiment through everything she does for me and for others. My father's sweat and tears to take care of our family, even on days when he would have preferred to stay home.
I am from Christ, who died on the cross for an unworthy sinner like me. I am from God, who continues to mold me and make me after His will.
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