
I grew up in a small town. No famous people. No busy streets. Not much to do. Yet Ive always been thankful for my quiet, uncomplicated upbringing.
One evening when my husband and I were attending a business dinner, a new acquaintance asked me where I was from. When I told her, she said, Arent you embarrassed to admit it?
Unsure whether or not she was joking, I simply said, No.
Although my town was sometimes belittled for its lack of sophistication, it was not lacking in things that matter. My family was part of a church community in which parents brought up children in the training and admonition of the Lord (Eph. 6:4).
Jesus also grew up in a small town: Nazareth. A man named Nathanael asked, Can anything good come out of Nazareth? (John 1:46). Jesus proved that the answer is yes. Even though He grew up in an insignificant place, He was the most significant person in all of history.
Experience taught me and Scripture confirms that what matters is not where you grow up but how you grow up. Sometimes we feel insignificant compared to sophisticated people from prominent places. But we are significant to God, and He can make us strong in spirit and filled with His wisdom.
Read: Luke 2:41-52
I am an only child, my Dad was a driller in the oil business, I had moved to 17 different schools by the time I was in the 10 grade. Always the new kid in class. Never for long. The one stable thing was my habit of attending church with a friend. Joining the Methodist church as a junior in high school.
I was blessed to go the last 3 years of high school in one place. My Mom and Dad moved away during my senior year. I begged to be allowed to stay and finish my senior year. Actually rented a room from a retired nurse and was several months there. Did not attend my senior prom. Strange how things work out.
It does effect the rest of life. More than one realizes.
Do we see who and what we are becoming.?
Mainly I knew God was with me wherever I was.
We are all sinners in need of a savior ...