How do you make a memorable first impression?
I have already shared a link to one of my previous blog posts, but I thought I would formally introduce myself in this week’s post.
I could tell you that I am the daughter of my two parents who remain married to this day. Or I could tell you that I am a big sister, the oldest of four girls, the youngest two of whom were adopted at a young age as foster children in our home. I could tell you that I am an auntie to three nieces and a nephew, two of whom are now productive young adults, one of whom is making her way through the single digits on her way to her 10th birthday, and one of whom I haven’t seen since her first birthday due to unfortunate circumstances.
I could tell you that I am a wife, a second wife, married to a man with two adult children and now three grandchildren born over the course of the nearly fifteen years we have been married.
I could tell you that professionally I have been employed by a newspaper where I did everything from selling advertisements to overseeing publication of legal notices to editing copy, and even to the one thing that I had studied to do – writing a little bit of copy. I have been a purchasing agent for an ingredients broker. I spent one of the most miserable months of my life working at a hospital as a central monitor tech, watching the heart rhythms and vital signs of patients who were hospitalized; I took the job, as did several other people, who had been offered the hope of moving to another position within the hospital, in physical therapy for me, if we put in our one year like good soldiers.
Though all of that information about me is true, the first part of it sounds like an assignment I completed in a communications class, and the second part of it sounds like text one would put on LinkedIn.
The first time I saw this amazing picture, I was so drawn to it that I knew I had to find it, screenshot it, and eventually put it in a place where I would be able to enjoy it daily in my home.
In it I saw the vibrant sunrise that reminded me of the serene joy that I have experienced at the beginning of the day. I was reminded of the mornings when I would get up, dress in my laid out running clothes, tie my shoes, and head out the door into the dimness of the predawn, knowing that I would be running as the world went from silent to awake, hearing the birds sing and seeing the day break across the horizon.
It reminded me of some of the best mornings ever, the mornings when I would awaken in my tent, unzip the tiny half circle window near the tent’s base and see the sun accenting fluffy, popcorn white clouds scattered across the sky.
It drew me with the arc of water radiating color sparkling through crystal. It made me think of the times, both long past and so very recent, starring at the sun glistening on the water whether a local river or one of the most amazing bodies of water that humans get to enjoy, our Great Lakes.
It beckoned me back to times I had spent in the cool water of those lakes, strolling, playing, posing for pictures, and spinning on an inner tube as the waves pulled me back to the sandy shore.
I could almost feel the freedom of pushing off the wall in the pool where I used to swim, the cool water washing over me, the light flickering off of the water broken by my stroke, the sense of weightlessness that one gets as they glide through the water when their stroke technique is on.
Whether still or not, I am drawn to water, but I have been, on more than one occasion, told that I embody the “still waters run deep” phrase. That may be the case. As an often quiet, listener – an observer, I likely appear detached and placid, but in reality I can be just as intense and even fiery. I am a person who likes to ponder, consider, and think things through. I am also a person who will fight to preserve a conviction or principle, and anyone or anything that embodies those principles.
At times lately, I have been overwhelmed by the level of darkness that seems to be moving across our nation like storm clouds on the horizon. But I believe the principle that light shines brighter through darkness. As a member of the community of Christians in this world, I believe that it is the primary role of each of us to reflect the light of the one who was and is the Light of the World.
The first impression that I hope to have made here, a great deal of the story of who I am can be told through light and water. In the light I find wisdom and hope. In the water I find clarity and peace.