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My 7 Wonders: People

I wrote earlier about the 7 wonderful places I’d seen in my life, but especially during this Thanksgiving week, I would be remiss not to reflect upon some of the most wonderful people I’ve had in my life. So I hope you’ll forgive me, but I decided to go “off topic” a little bit and insert my own part two of the story so that I could focus on the people.

As I begin, I should confess that I had great difficulty narrowing this down to just 7 people – how in the world is that possible?! So while there are a couple of individuals here, you’ll find that I cheated just a little bit and made some of them into groups of individuals. Even still, this is by no means an exhaustive list – but I had to stop at 7! 🙂

1. My Grandparents – This may seem an odd group of people with which to begin (after all, why not parents?) and by naming them first, I mean no disrespect. It’s just that they’ve been on my heart more often than usual lately, and typically because I’ve had some lesson I learned from them come to mind.  I was blessed to get to know and grow up with all four of my grandparents in my life. None of them lived in the same town – my Dad’s parents lived about 90 minutes away from my hometown, but my Mom’s parents lived in Tucson. I know many grandparents have an internal battle when grandchildren don’t live nearby, but I can honestly say that while my time and relationships with my two sets of grandparents were very different, I think that was due just as much to personalities as it was to location.  My times in Tucson were precious keepsakes that remain vividly painted in my heart, so although I wish I saw them more, I also know that it was the infrequency of those times together that makes my memories so visit. And yet that does not diminish the impact of my time with my other grandparents, because they were close enough to be more a part of the “every day,” getting to come on occasion to recitals, games, or birthday parties. Each one treasured in its own way.

I have only one precious Grandma still living, and now that I have grown up and moved away from my own hometown, I don’t get to see her or talk to her nearly as often as I’d like. But oh, how blessed I have been to have four such loving grandparents in my life.

2. My niece – I am not a mother, though I said from the time I was just a little girl that I wanted to have a houseful. That’s not the path God has chosen for me, as I’ve never married. While I hope and pray He still has marriage in my future, as the years go by, I am not sure that I’ll ever become a mother.  But in my niece, I get to see love from a whole different light. She truly is my sunshine. I get to have a different relationship with her than I would get to have, I think, if I were a mother. From the day she was born and I first held her, she clutched a piece of my heart that will never again be the same. And if that’s even a small measure of what it’s like to be a mother, I think I can at least imagine what Moms mean when they say it’s like having your heart walk around outside your body.  I’m so blessed that I get to be Aunt Sheryl to such a sweet not-so-little-anymore 11-year old girl!

3. My Parents – My childhood wasn’t perfect (nor is anyone’s), but I got to grow up in a home where both my parents stayed married, loved us, and loved the Lord.  We had our rough times and our great times, but I am who I’ve become today because of the impact my parents had in my life. And years later, they still watch over my sister and I with such love, concern, and pride.  I’m so glad that out of all the parents in the world, these two are mine.

4. Sister & Brother-in-law – My sister and I are about 4 1/2 years apart in age, so growing up, we were not at all close.  I followed her around like she hung the moon, and she tried to ignore the pest who shadowed her every turn.  It wasn’t until I got to college that our relationship truly began to flourish, and today I would call her one of my best friends.  Our personalities are very different, but we can talk about almost anything – and have even grown to disagree with one another with open minds! 🙂 As for my brother-in-law, he and my sister started dating when I was just a young teenager, so he’s been around for quite awhile. While we don’t have a lot in common, I appreciate that he’s always there being a big brother. When I’ve gone through breakups and disappointments, he’s been there ready and willing to battle for me and protect me – even if I only knew that through my sister. Now that I’ve bought a house, he comes to visit and always finds a project or two that he can take care of for me while he’s there that I might have trouble doing myself. I’m so grateful.

5. Pets – I know these aren’t really people so I hope you will forgive my slight departure, but in my family, pets are family.  Who else in life is just plain always there no matter what, adores you even in your ugliest moments, and even senses when you need a little extra TLC?  I’m a cat person at heart – I don’t have anything against dogs, but just didn’t grow up with them around. Some of the loneliest times in my life were in the few years when just based on living circumstances, I couldn’t have a cat in my home.  It didn’t matter that I was surrounded by friends and such – when I came home, it was just me. Having animals has taught me that you can demonstrate love without a single word, and that sometimes all you really need is to know you matter to someone (something) else.

6. Friends – This is a very broad category, but I’ve been blessed to have friendships of all different kinds in my life. I am loyal to a fault so while I’d like to say I haven’t had any “friends for a season,” I have, and though I miss them dearly, I remain better for having had them in my life for even a time. I have friends I hang out with, friends whom I laugh with, friends I call with big celebrations, friends I call in tears … friends come in all different varieties and my life is richer because of each one.

7. Past students – I spent 10 years in the classroom before moving into other roles within education, and in those 10 years, probably about 600 students walked in and out of my classroom. I hope and pray I made a difference in their lives – not just academically, but on that human level that says, “I believe in you. Always.” But I also wonder sometimes if they realize that they, too, made a difference in my life. For my early adult years were spent getting to watch that spark of learning grab hold of my students, inspiring them to keep going. I got to encourage them through the tough times and listen when they had nowhere else to turn. I got to see that not everyone has as smooth and easy a childhood as mine was, and that sometimes being that one steady, safe place is all a student needs to flourish. Oh, for every student who walked through my classroom doors, I learned a thousand lessons. I wouldn’t have traded a single moment.

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What about you?
Who are the people who have most impacted your life?
Have you told them that lately?

P.S. I didn’t include pictures here not because I don’t have a multitude from which to choose for posting, but because I know that some of those whom I spoke of would rather not have their pictures posted in such a public forum. So out of respect for them, I hope you’ll bear with my picture-less post. Trust me – they are all precious! 🙂

My 7 Wonders: Places

I’m a little late in posting this, but one of Mama Kat’s “Pretty Much World Famous Writer’s Workshop” writing prompts this week was to write about the most amazing 7 things you’ve seen with your own two eyes. I’ll confess that most of the other prompts didn’t really resonate with me and although this one seemed interesting, it didn’t at first either, so I spent most of the week thinking I’d pass on linking up this week. But somehow my heart and mind kept coming back to this thought, and how blessed I have been to encounter some precious people and witness some spectacular places in my life thus far.

So without further delay, I’d like to share a little about the 7 wonderful places I’ve seen:

1. My first home – OK so this one is a little simplistic, but being able to buy my own home as a single educator was not something I thought I’d ever be able to do. And when I did, I did it up in normal fashion – with the kind of unique twist that seems to happen only to me! I bought a short sale house and then because there is nothing “short” about a short sale, ended up living in a hotel with my cats for three months waiting for the bank in charge of the short sale to accept my offer and to close. Oh, what an adventure that was! (Two years later, I can finally look back and laugh. A little.)

2. Dachau – when I was in 5th grade, we visited the site of the Dachau concentration camp. Truly, there is nothing more humbling or horrifying as walking through the very barracks, fields, gas chambers, and ovens where thousands of Jewish men, women, and children were slaughtered during World War II. I am not Jewish but that is of little relevance here – the unwritten stories lingering in the air here are ones for all of humanity, a reminder of the evil of which we are capable. The sign outside the camp reads: May the example of those who were exterminated here between 1933-1945 because they resisted Nazism help to unite the living for the defense of peace and freedom and in respect for their fellow men.

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3. Christ the Redeemer – If Dachau symbolizes the depravity of humankind to me, then the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil symbolizes the unconditional, expansive, indescribable love of God for each and every one of us. Unbelievably, it is “only” the 5th largest statue of Jesus in the world, but to a 7th grader standing in awe of the magnificence before her, it was impossible to believe there could be anything bigger. Especially touching to me are my vivid memories of standing in Rio and as I looked one way, I could see mansions and wealth as far as the eye could see, and as I looked the other way, I could see the favelas (slums) lining the mountainside and streets, bursting beyond capacity with the impoverished of the city. And yet here stood Jesus, arms wide open, welcoming each and every one. What amazing love!

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4. The first snow of the season – This isn’t exactly a place, but I can’t help but include it in my list of wonders. I no longer live in a city where it typically snows very much during winter (last year being the exception – we missed 5 days of school due to snow and ice!), but I have vivid memories of my childhood in the Texas Panhandle. You Northerners will have to forgive me here, because even the Panhandle snows cannot compare to what you get, but for me, they were enough.  Even now, years later, I have to admit that there is something about the beauty and peace of that first, untouched snow. What an unmistakable reminder of God’s cleansing: Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. (Psalm 51:7, NIV).

5. British Virgin Islands – Wow. That’s all I have to say about the beauty of sailing around the BVI. About 8 years ago, some friends, my current boyfriend and I rented a sailboat and sailed the islands for 5 days. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, honestly. My words cannot do justice to the clarity of the ocean, the magnificence of the flowers, or the vastness of the sky that surrounded us. Nor can they properly convey the beauty of the people there, from the taxi cab driver who stopped to pick mangoes for us on our adventure around the island to Ivan, who ran the campground with the open bar and kitchen that was run, unsupervised, on a total trust basis. If I had it to do all over again, I think I would spend just a few more minutes just quietly soaking in this grandeur – God’s paintbrush truly came alive here!

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6. Texas Panhandle Sunsets – I have a weakness for a sunset in any variety, but for some reason, the sunsets of my childhood home stand out above them all. Perhaps it is because the Panhandle horizon is relatively uncluttered – by buildings, lights, mountains, trees – so the spectacular colors of the sunset truly seem to envelope you at every turn. The autumns here may not bring with it the vivid colors of leaves changing as the seasons turns, but oh, I think the sunsets here can rival those you’ll find anywhere else.  If the BVI amazed me with its greens and blues, how my precious childhood home overwhelms me with its reds and oranges.

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7. My prayer chair – Of course, this is not the only place that I pray, but in my bedroom, I have a chair that I’ve lovingly named my prayer chair. Originally, I thought this area would be my “sitting room” and I’d spend hours here reading and relaxing. But really this has instead become a place reserved for precious moments of prayer and reflection.  This fall I finally found the perfect print to hand above my chair. It reads PRAYER: It’s hard to stumble when you’re on your knees. Oh, how I need to spend more time here than I do. But oh how I treasure the fellowship I have with my Heavenly Father in this place.

And those, my friends, are some of the most magnificent places I’ve been privileged enough to see with my own eyes. What about you? What places touch your heart and soul in a special way? I’d love to hear about them!