A Fellow Traveller

clipart from weddings.lovetoknow.com Two brides, both in their twenties, waiting to see their bridegrooms, two continents apart with entirely different circumstances, both are finally face to face on the same day with their groom. One bride waits because she married a foreigner and is suddenly barred from entering the United States from Canada.  The other is the bride of Christ, waiting as cancer shuts down her earthly body, till her spirit can fly to the heavenly kingdom. Families in both situations storm heaven’s gates, asking for a miracle.  Many tears are shed but both wait with hearts of acceptance, knowing things are beyond their control.  Both brides experience the emotional tearing of leaving family, yet know that greater things are ahead…..eventually! Pledges of commitment were spoken in front of a joyous audience of family and friends, one at a wedding and the other at a baptism years ago.  A seal of that commitment for one was a ring, for the other the presen

A writing prompt was given to me by Rebel Diaries, a community I've joined for the next 10 weeks.  With pen in hand, I asked myself THE question, "Who am I?" My growing list of self-identity statements dragged on past mother, wife, teacher and friend to writer, encourager and listener.  Before long it included things like dreamer, searcher and rebel of status quo.  I also had to include victim, rescuer and protector.  I was past forty on my list before adding leader, follower and thinker.  Is this mess of complexity really who I am? I started another list - Who am I in Christ?  Adopted by God, wildly loved and forgiven topped my list.  It grew to include righteous, alive in Jesus and the apple of God's eye.  Masterpiece, pleasing to God and transformed made me catch my breath.  Did I really believe all that was on this second list? I woke in the night with anxious thoughts swirling once again.  The antidote for elusive sleep turned out to be a phrase from a song