Parts of me

   Little by little quirky parts of
the girl I once was emerges. The flare of
fashion. The outburst of opinion. The
shy moments.

   Yes independence gained and
still so much uncertainty in life.

         Straight talk.

         The Bible. The stories of numerous
lives thousands of years ago, still today, teach.

    Quirky, silly, shy Mary listens, absorbs and
applies more than any human can see.
Jehovah knows.

     Who would have guessed I hid for
so long? Was a wallflower. Allowed family
to shine until no longer felt as though I
existed, was a necessity.

     Now this moment this funky artist,
poet knows she is not alone. Millions of
brothers and sisters around the globe
are there for me. Their stories, lives are
such encouragements. The friendships built.
How could I ever have thought I was alone?

    How? Now amongst millions I see
we are Jehovah's people, his children.

    I believe, do you?