Black Pottrey

I thought I knew who I was... in truth...I knew who I thought I was... who sorrow and tragedy have made me... God showed me I am to be his special black pottery...so specially made...and very rare.  I am to be a blending of the cultures I have loved so well, Native American, Celtic, and Traveller. 

 I am so much and so little all at once.   I dont fit in most places no matter how I try.   Even where I feel most loved...around the table at my grandma's house...I feel an outsider.  I am at home in the forest...or sitting around talking of the Word and olden times...or working out ideas for missions work...or out on the open road...and not many other places...

Seeings as that is the case...and missions work...is where I am most at home...that way will head... now to get training.

~ Traveller Gal, out!