A place called home. (Graphic below by Kerry Messer )

There have been many places I have called home; some for just months, others for years. My first home was Kenton, Tennessee, for about 16 years; and now, Satsuma, Alabama is where I hang my hat. :) Actually, this is my second time to live here. The first time was long ago, in another life. 

Satsuma, round two, is full circle for me. A redo you could say. November 1975, I called Satsuma home as a woman who knew a lot about GOD but with NO assurance that I was His and He was mine. In His grace and goodness that changed on November 18, 1975 at right about 9:00 pm when I surrendered my pride and stubborn will to the Savior, JESUS CHRIST the Righteous. We walked together in sweet fellowship for many years through many places and a couple States. 

Today, I am here again, a new wife for almost ten years now. A new address in the same community; a new name in the same church. Day after day Satsuma reminds me that ABBA gives do-overs.

From here where will we go? ABBA knows. This I know:

² In my Father’s house are many places to live. If there weren’t, I would have told you; because I am going there to prepare a place for you. ³ Since I am going and preparing a place for you, I will return to take you with me; so that where I am, you may be also. [source] John 14:2-3

Until next time ~ ~ ~ Kathie

I am . . . 

The LOFT   (Graphic by Kerry Messer ) is open again and I am well pleased about that; the LOFT encourages me to write, something I have been lax in doing all this year. This week’s topic about which to write is who am I. And the post begins. I am . . . 

I am a rusher. I rush just about everything I do or think. Today’s Journey, of all things, is asking who am I. And what did I do as I began to read it? Yep. I rushed to read it, in fact as soon as I finish forming this sentence I am going to go back to it for I have yet to finish the reading as I rushed here to start writing this post. 

Other than one who rushes I wear many hats: wife, mother, grandmother, step-mother/grandmother, Sunday School leader/teacher; sometimes runner, more often walker :) ; active Curves member, which probably clues you in that I have a thing for fitness. Truth is I stay active because I like to eat. :) And I like to cook; I try to keep things on the healthy side, most of the time. My hubby retired this year and we are still adjusting. Actually, we are flat-out giddy about 6 Saturdays a week! Our days are packed with back to back long-awaited to be done projects and GRANDS who keep us young with all manner of activities. It’s all good! 

Still with all that, is that who I am? Am I, are any of us, the sum total of what we do?  What happens when my doing is done? Who will I be then when what I do now I can do no more? Valid questions for pondering, huh?  There is an answer.

Isaiah 43:1 But now this is what Adonai says,
he who created you, Ya‘akov,
he who formed you, Isra’el:
“Don’t be afraid, for I have redeemed you;
I am calling you by your name; you are mine. [source]

You are mine, says GOD. Could there be anything more identifying? Whose I am determines who I am.  That’s the cake! What I get to do with all the people I love is delicious icing!

So that’s about it. If by chance you have not read Our Story, check it out HERE.

Until next time ~ ~ ~ Kathie