I come from the northern suburbs of Chicago.
I come from powder puff wheels on blacktop driveways.
I come from apple-cinnamon pancakes made with love by my grandpa.
I come from banana seats on pink Schwinn bikes.
I come from funnel cakes at the mall.
I come from kick ball and 4-square on the playground.
I come from penny drops on the monkey bars.
I come from pierogies and the smell of apple cider vinegar for dipping.
I come from Caspar the Friendly Ghost, The Flintstones, and Popeye the Sailor.
I come from two working parents and after school at the neighbors house.
I come from cheerleading at the high school basketball games.
I come from Heads Up 7-Up in Ms. Ryan’s second grade class.
I come from snowsuits, mittens, hats, gloves, snow banks and snowball fights.
I come from a father who loves music.
But more importantly…
I come from neighbors who cared enough to tell my parents about Jesus.
I come from vacation Bible school every summer from age five.
I come from children’s choir at church.
I come from a mom and dad who made sure that we were in the pews every Sunday.
I come from youth pastors who gave all of their time to awkward kids, trying to find their way.
I come from inner city missions trips where I learned to see God in unlikely places.
I come from the communion table.
I come from summer church camps and winter retreats.
I come from singing His praise at the top of my lungs.
I come from poor decisions that I never would make again.
I come from His grace and mercies that are new every morning, praise Him.
I come from His word.
I come from a Heavenly Father who knows what my future holds.
I come from desiring to know Him better and to walk more closely.
This is where I come from. It made me who I am today. It is molding and shaping every choice that I make now, and in the days to come. Thank God He is there through it all.
Where do you come from?
By Jenny Yarbrough- The Southern Institute
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Lori says
This was beautiful. When I was in college MANY years ago, Elizabeth Elliot spoke to us and said that if we were to write all of our blessings on a sheet of paper, if we came from a godly family, that should be number one. You came from a godly family! What a blessing.
Jenny @ The Southern Institute says
A blessing indeed! What a privilege to have heard her speak!
Christy says
This is SO beautiful Jenny-what lovely writing.
Linda Stoll says
These are my Legacy Leavers … and I love them, treasure the simple, yet rich memories, remember all the sacrifices they made for me. I thank God they modeled a faithful love for Jesus and each other.
http://creeksideministries.blogspot.com/2009/09/legacy.html
Jenny @ The Southern Institute says
I love the idea of legacy leavers! I want to be one!
Lynne Hartke says
Jenny, what a great blog and great idea! I want to post a similar list (and I will send readers back to your great blog as the originator of this fantastic idea!) when I post my blog on Wednesday @ lynnehartke.com.
I come from 35 Norwegian ancestors ( 9 adults and 26 children) who boarded a ship and started a new life in America. I come from forts in the hay mow and hours on the swing set in the backyard. I come from weeding the bean row and rotten tomato fights with my siblings.
Jenny @ The Southern Institute says
You will love doing this. I could have gone on and on and on! Once you start writing, anything that comes to your mind, the memories come flooding back and you are taken back. It’s such a great exercise in thankfulness.
alisonhector says
Really love this! I’ve been meaning to do this as a blog post. Reading yours is confirmation!
Jenny @ The Southern Institute says
DO IT! Then post the link, b/c I’d love to read it.
Linda Thomas says
I encourage people to use this exercise in writing their spiritual memoirs. Here are a couple of links:
http://spiritualmemoirs101.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html
http://spiritualmemoirs101.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-are-you-from-and-your-memoirs.html
Greta says
Doing this RIGHT NOW! LOVE!
Lisa Weidknecht says
You’ve inspired me. Come read….http://www.weidknecht.com/2011/11/where-do-you-come-from.html
Heidi White says
You are sweet as sugar – and offer each of us the opportunity to pursue the wisdom and grace of knowing WHO WE ARE. Thank you for the reminder that we are each a precious daughter of a King who designed us to glow with individual facets of His character. Blessings!
beth willis miller says
Jenny, thank you for this wonderful inspiration…here’s where I come from…
I come from the ship, Princess Irene, which brought my maternal grandparents from Scontrone, Italy, to Chicago in 1906.
I come from an illegal abortionist who refused to abort me at 4 months gestation in 1952.
I come from the Salvation Army hospital in Jacksonville, Florida, where my birthmother placed me for adoption on Friday the 13th of February in 1953.
I come from loving Christian parents who adopted me and took me to church and Sunday School.
I come from chocolate milk before bedtime made with love by my daddy.
I come from cookies and milk after school with my stay-at-home mom.
I come from chocolate milk shakes at the drug store during Sunday afternoon drives.
I come from moving to nine different houses in ten years between 3rd grade and 10th grade.
I come from six years of home economics in junior high and high school.
I come from being elected president of the Future Homemakers of America in 9th grade.
I come from being chosen as editor-in-chief of my junior high newspaper.
I come from being honored as “Miss Responsibility” by my junior high principal.
I come from being elected as the first female president of my high school student body.
I come from summer vacations at Indian Shores Beach and Gatlinburg.
But more importantly…
I come from adoptive parents who loved me enough to introduce me to Jesus Christ.
I come from Sunday School and G.A.’s Mission groups every week from the cradle roll.
I come from a mom and dad who made sure that we were in the pews every Sunday.
I come from youth pastors who gave all of their time to help me find my way.
I come from Young Life inner city retreats where I learned to see God in unlikely places.
I come from summer G.A. camps where I learned to make s’mores.
I come from singing His praise in church musicals “Tell It Like It Is” and “Natural High.”
I come from His grace and mercies that are new every morning, praise Him.
I come from His word.
I come from a Heavenly Father who knows what my future holds.
I come from desiring to know Him better and to walk more closely.
This is where I come from. It made me who I am today. It is molding and shaping every choice that I make now, and in the days to come. Thank God He has been with me all along.
Where do you come from?
Jenny @ The Southern Institute says
I love it, Greta! Thank you so much for sharing it with us! I think we tend to forget all that has brought us to where we are, we are so stuck in the “now”. These posts are our Ebenezer stones in a way, aren’t they?
Rachel M. says
Great post Jenny! I really enjoyed this!!
Tonya says
Simply lovely. Remembering where we come from keeps us grounded for our future steps ahead.
Julie Sunne says
Awesome post, Jenny! I love the idea. A great way to remember who we are and Whose we are!
Lauren A Clement says
This is one of my favorite (in)courage posts EVER! I want to mirror this and soon!
Jenny says
Wow, Lauren, thank you! Please leave the link when you do!