I am from my German Russian ancestors who came to America; coming to find new opportunities and newfound freedom.
I am from the prairies of North Dakota where my dad, uncles and aunts, and grandparents steward the land. I am from the prairie dirt being caked against my face on a hot humid summer day or from the crazy wild prairie wind. I am from the land of wheat, soybeans, and so much more. I am from farmers who place food upon your tables.
I am from family who stick together even when the going gets tough. I am the little girl dressed in the precious pale yellow dress; the first dress her daddy ever bought for her. I am from Kentucky Fried Chicken and macaroni salad.
I am from a woman who has lived most of my life with a mental illness. I am her daughter! I am from knowing the highest highs and lowest lows. I am from a little house on 1st Ave SE where I grew up quickly helping care for my sister when mom was sick and dad was busy on the farm.
I am from Ashley Public School, the University of Mary and Wartburg Theological Seminary. I am from teachers, professors and advisors who helped me see my gifts. I am from Martin Luther, systematic theology, and the theology of the cross. I am from Zion Lutheran, Camp of the Cross, Dilworth Lutheran, and First Lutheran Church. I am from all those people and places who shaped me in my faith.
I am from…..
There are so many people and places that have shaped and continue to shape who I am. And in who I am, I show every piece of where I come from.
For where I come from is a tapestry of who I am as a beloved child of God.