I am the oldest of four, the middle of five and an only child.
I spent my youth in the East, the West, the north,
the south, the Great Mid-west and abroad.
I was raised from the dust, brought up from the ashes.
I was born at night but not last night.
I am a Recovering Pharisee.
I drive a mini-van, a Ford pickup truck and
a Lava Red Fuel Injected Custom Dyna Harley Davidson motorcycle.
I have crashed all three at one time or another and lived to tell the tales.
I am a Recovering Pharisee.
I have climbed the Acropolis in Athens and the Great Wall of China.
I have enjoyed the waters of the Atlantic, Pacific, North Sea, Irish Sea,
Caribbean and the Mediterranean.
I have survived hurricane, flood, fire,
earthquake, drought, and blizzard.
I am a Recovering Pharisee.
I am a wife, a mother, step-mother and grandmother.
I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, a mentor, a teacher, a student.
I play the piano, the organ, the harp and the radio.
I bake and sew and sing and read and write and write and write.
I am a Recovering Pharisee.
I spent years in study and research only to find
what I was searching for had been waiting for me all along.
The standard by which I measured everything and everyone was impossibly high.
The grace that was extended to me was deeper than the despair of my soul.
I am a Recovering Pharisee.
By the standards of the world I have it all,
husband, family, home, wealth, education, travel.
But I count it all loss compared to
what I found at the foot of the Old Rugged Cross.
I am a Recovering Pharisee.
All of the things I am, all of the things I do,
all of the places I’ve been cannot
begin to tell you who I am…
But because of who He is…
I am a Recovering Pharisee.
