I’ve loved reading a brand new book, Wildflowers from Winter by Katie Ganshert, which comes out next week! (So excited for her!) She had a series of posts where her main character, Bethany, borrowed her computer and she’s given me permission to repost one of them today.
After reading this, I was totally intrigued and loved getting to know Bethany better. Stop back by on Friday for another visit from Bethany as she’ll be discussing Redemption!
Back in the beginning, when Katie was trying to get to know me, she asked me this question.
Are you ashamed of your past?
I just sort of stared at her.
First, because she was really starting to remind me of Dr. Nowels, sans the toupee. And in case you don’t know Dr. Nowels, let me assure you, the comparison is not meant to be flattering.
Second, because I thought the answer was obvious.
My past isn’t exactly something to be proud of.
I grew up in a trailer park with a mother who had to work third shifts at an aluminum plant. We drove a rusted out Pinto with a faulty muffler and I had to wear my brother’s hand-me-downs. I did one stupid thing when I was twelve and had to spend the next year in therapy. The next ten with a stigma that refused to go away.
Is it any wonder I left?
Nobody likes feeling shame. It’s not an endearing emotion.
I didn’t rise to the bait. I didn’t ask what she was thinking.
Because it doesn’t matter. I’m an architect, a really good architect. With a masters degree from Texas A&M. With a new car and closet full of nice clothes.
I’m well respected. I’m independent. And that stigma I had growing up? Nobody sees it here. I know how to hide it. In fact, I can almost pretend it never existed.
You’ll want to read Bethany’s story in Katie’s book Wildflowers from Winter. You can preorder now from:
Barnes & Noble
Books a Million
Parable Christian Stores