Where I Grew Up

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To my way of thinking, I have two hometowns.

The second is here in Chicago.

I arrived here after high school and made my way through college, starting the long and painful process of becoming an actual adult.

Before that, though, I spent eighteen years in my first hometown.

In small town, Wisconsin, I learned how to play outside through all four seasons and read books cozied up to the heater.

I learned how to make friends and avoid mean girls.

And I learned what family meant.

It would be years before these lessons would prove to be my lifelines in a cold, hard world, but the seeds for survival were planted in my youth.

Praise be to God in heaven that the seeds of His love were planted in childhood, as well.

“No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him. And I will raise him up on the last day.” John 6:44