Saturday, May 24, 2008

Where I am from...

Where I am from…
By: Ila Adkins
I am from tall buildings, from mountains and streams.


I am from the loving home…old, charming, beautiful.

I am from the trees, standing tall and trying to reach the lord.

I am from Christmas gatherings and independent people, from my mom and Grandma and my younger sister Vurella.

I am from long conversations and struggling to make ends meet.
From ‘Somewhere over the rainbow’ and ‘Amazing Grace’.

I am from a family with faith, from God’s family, with Sundays spent in the pews soaking up the sermons and the summer’s spent learning about the Lord in vacation bible school.

I'm from Ohio, Germany, Ireland, Italy, Poland, North America, meat loaf and spaghetti.

From the woman who worked two full-time jobs to support her little family, the one who strived to give my baby sister and I everything we needed, and from the Dad who raised us; even though he didn’t have to.

I am from the family scrapbooks, the family tree, and the family that always has a “Footprints in the sand” poem hung in the dining room. I am from fond recollections of my papa gardening and listening to my grandma sing. I am from family members that are now God’s angels, who watch over me, guide me, and protect me with their shielded wings. I am from the memories that cannot be replaced.



The poem above was inspired by Stacy's blog with a poem that she wrote about where she came from. She had a link for a template here to create a beautiful "Where I'm from" poem. It was definitely something that I enjoyed doing.

I'd like to add a note about this...

As Christians, it is certain that we shall have the answers to the questions, "Where are you from?" ,"Where are you going?", and "Who are you?"

All Christians should know without a doubt that they are a child in God's loving hands. We are from the King of all Kings. We are from the couple that were created in the begininning, Adam & Eve. We, as Christians, know that we will walk through Heaven's Gates on judgement day because our Lord & Saviour Jesus Christ shed his blood for our sins. We will get to behold the Glory of God in our eyes, because Jesus died to save us. We shall have eternal life.

"My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. I and my Father are one." ----John 10:28-30

6 comments:

Stacy said...

For such a young woman you are very wise =) Im glad you enjoyed the poem =)

Ila said...

Stacy,

Thank you for your kind words. Thank you for inspiring this poem :)

God bless,
Ila

Amelia Antwiler said...

Thank you for leaving me a note when you stumbled into the Laundry Pile. :-) I say stumble because you should see the toys all over the floor.

It was very nice to meet you.
Thanks again for the lovely note.
:-)

Ila said...

Comfy Denim, the pleasure was all mine.

God Bless,

Ila

Stacy said...

Hi Ila =) Just popping in to see if you've written again. *hugs* I hope you and your little family are doing great! God bless!

Anonymous said...

I love your blog and your poem.
Thanks for your sweet comment on mine. Please come by anytime. :)

I'll be adding you to the links on my blog page. I definitely want to come back!

God bless,
Beth