What have I done?

If this first post seems odd, it's because I'm still figuring out the hows and whys of blogging. The mechanics of the whole thing is simple, I'm sure, but for now I'm learning which tab does what.

I have always wondered why things are the way they are. One of my earliest memories is of a glorious summer afternoon when I was about 8 or 10. I was hanging on the swing set in the backyard, staring up at the clouds and thanking God that I wasn't living in Russia where I was sure that every day was gray and gloomy. This was the time of the Cold War, you see. Why was I born in small-town Iowa? Why did God favor me with a secure and warm home, a mother, father, sister and extended family? I didn't want for any material things. Why did I have more friends who were a generation older than me? Why was I a good speller but a horrible runner? Why do I have red hair... and freckles? Why do I wear glasses?

My questions continue to this day, from the weighty questions about my reason for being to the mundane and everyday questions I must answer to get me from one day to the next. Who am I supposed to be loving today? Which sox shall I wear? How do I want to live in the next ten years? What shall I eat for supper and with whom shall I eat? Why do some folks not have supper to eat and how shall I go about sharing my supper with them? Why are my greatest blessings also my greatest challenges? Why did God create brussel sprouts? That seems like a horrible waste of God's time, but then God is eternal.....no beginning and no end, so I guess God can afford to waste time on stuff like brussel sprouts, okra and gooseberries. Why has God blessed me and how can I be a blessing to others? I am reminded of the first part of Micah 6:8, paraphrased...... "And what does the Lord require of you?" It is a question that is always at the forefront of my thoughts.

These are the sorts of things I expect to post here. It may not be of interest to anyone but me, but that's ok. Sometimes I don't interest me much either. But I love to know about other people and I am a curious sort. So when this wondering soul makes connections with my wandering mind, it's hard to tell where we will end up.

All for this time. Nancy