Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything.
~ William MacNeile Dixon, (1866-1946) British author and academic
You created every part of me; you put me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because you are to be feared; all you do is strange and wonderful. I know it with all my heart. When my bones were being formed, carefully put together in my mother’s womb, when I was growing there in secret, you knew that I was there.
~ Psalms 139:13-15
What an obvious statement to say I was born. But, I am finding it necessary to place a pinpoint on my “Start”. Birth is obviously not my actual beginning. However, as I cannot (or do not) consider factors prior to my birth as formulating my person, birth seems like a good place to start.
Explanation – Of course I respect and understand that factors prior to my entrance are important. DNA, family legacy, etc. contribute. But really, as if sorting the filing cabinet of what makes me a person isn’t crowded enough…
Explanation – A starting point is important. I was not dropped into existence a 33 year old woman. All that I am today is a net sum of every single step I have ever taken.
I was born the eldest child to the best parents in the whole world. Their backgrounds were amazingly different, I think. Even as I write that I realize how much my parents don’t talk about their childhoods.
The life lessons taught in my home were practical ones. Good people were good, bad people needed to be considered and evil needed to be shot. Belief was encouraged if you came to it on your own. Religion was allowed if we could participate without their involvement. Dedication was fine, evangelism was not.
In all it was the perfect garden to grow two things – wonderfully open minded, loving and tolerant children and confused adults.
I am okay with this fruit. I would prefer it to an oppressive, bigoted view. However, I am hoping that I am able to promote a bit more structure within my on family while still achieving that quest for understanding and belief through ones own seeking.
Prior to adulthood I participated in baptist youth group in spurts. I “accepted Christ” at the age of 10 during a skating party. I was baptized ten years later. I didn’t know what I was doing either time. I don’t find fault with that. Not every step on a journey is always understood.
I am committed to still walking.