We leave an imprint wherever we go. It’s up to us to decide whether it be positive or negative. And when words don’t flow, let your suitcases speak for you.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what makes me, well, me. Is it the numerous health struggles I’ve had? My gender? My faith? Maybe my family? My profession? Maybe my identity is wrapped up in the Overseas label. Possibly my age?
Those contemplative moments are gifts from the Lord above, not because they are rare, but because they are numerous. We simply have to be quiet and still enough to recognize them.
There are also things I haven’t done.
It’s interesting.
As I see my students’ creativity growing, I see my own creative outlets being put on the back burner. I’m not certain as to why this happens.
Where I sit.
What I feel.
Who I am.
Where I was when I read it last.
How I felt the last time I read it.
Who I was all those days ago.
Where will I be the next time I read it?
Will I feel differently?
Who will I be?
Her Storytelling Suitcase 