my Story

I was in first grade.  She was our new German Teacher.  My mother was German, I already spoke German.   She introduced herself to the class and then began to go around the room asking each student to answer a question about themselves.  I wanted her to like me, to connect with me, I wanted to figure out how to tell her I was German too.  And then the moment came, she asked the students ahead of me what their mothers’ names were, and my little 5 year old heart was ready.  My mom has a very German name, I thought, “when I tell her it she’ll know.  And suddenly it was my turn and with all the pride a 5 year old can muster I loudly said my mother’s name.   I was right, she instantly responded to the name and my pronunciation of it, “that’s a very German name,” she said, “and you pronounced it so well.”  I beamed, but then it happened, she said “thank you and nice to meet you,” and called me by my mother’s name.  Somewhere in the moments before my turn she had changed her question, I didn’t hear it because my excited heart was gearing up for my moment.  She didn’t ask me my mothers’ name, she asked me my name and now I had told her the wrong name….

And so it begins… a narrative is formed.  I am stupid.  I am a liar.  I must cover it up, I can’t let it show, if they only knew…..  but God saw something different, check out our Journey Box – “Crowned – unboxing your identity” to hear the rest of the story..