This past weekend, I was on a retreat with 30 college students, who seek to live out their faith during their college years. The time was amazing. I learned so much about planning retreats and how much I needed to buy of what. When the college students were asked what was the most interesting thing you learned about someone else, the agreed fact was,"Cindy is from Mexico, that is a town, not the country."
That brought me to reminiscing about an exercise we did during our missionary training. We wrote a poem with the theme of 'Where I am from.' so as promised, here is my poem/psalm
Cindy's Psalm
Where I am From
I am from a beautiful sanctuary in a town full of empty industrial buildings. This town has a rich history, a struggling present, an uncertain future, and the smell of burning soybeans fresh in the air.
I am from a hand built multiplex that smells of popcorn, platter grease, and sanitizing solution. I am from the ball fields with grass and dirt stains on my clothes.
I am from family hugs, early mornings, and Dr. Pepper. I am from writing letters to people in my own house, math homework, and Mom's chocolate chip cookies.
I am from a small liberal arts college in rural Missouri, where I found a place in the front pew of a wooden white church. I am anchored in Christ and growing in grace while serving others.
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