Over the past year I have been working on a family tree. Seeing how far back the roots of my family extend, where they turn, where they run deep, where they are closer to the surface. I have rejoined my local church and am looking into my faith, my beliefs and my values. But each of things on their own mean little. It's when they are sewn together with the stitches of time, the brush strokes of life that they become something more.
So when I say to Be Heather, what do I think that means?
Heather is a melting pot of cultures and ethnicities. Her family will tell you they are German, Czech, Swedish, Irish, English, Scottish and Dutch. But her roots flow through Austria, Switzerland, France, Germany, Moravia, Bohemia, Sweden, Holland, England, Russia, Ireland and Scotland.
Heather is a daughter, a sister, a friend, a cousin.
Heather believes in the christian faith. There is a god who created this earth and every person in it. She believes in second chances, traditional values, and the beauty of the simple things.
Heather is a teacher. A youth group leader. A mentor.
Heather is a planner. An organizer. A thinker.
Heather is also self-concious, a second-guesser, slow to trust, quick to help, a people pleaser.
Heather is an ear when no one seems to be listening. A helping hand when you have fallen down. She is a shoulder to cry on. A word to fill the void. A rock in the rapids. A guardian.
Heather is all these things. Yet she is so much more.
Who do you think you are?