Today, I thought I'd give you a little glimpse into my background.
Don't let my blonde haired, blue eyed daughter fool you...
Although I am a mutt of sorts...
The majority of my blood runs native.
My mother was raised on an Indian reservation in northern Wisconsin.
My dad was raised in a small town in northern Michigan.
However both have chippewa blood.
Because the chippewa is dominant on mainly Momma's side of the family,
I am a member of an Ojibwe tribe called Lac Courte Oreilles,
as are my three children.
I remember going to a pow wow several years ago when my oldest son
was a baby, and a big VERY INDIAN man, with the braids and all,
pretty much how you would imagine him to be,
said to me, "That boy an indian? That's the whitest indian I've ever seen"
with a big smile on his face. Loved it!
Until last year, I was always merely I spectator at the pow wows we attended,
joining in for only the "all tribes" dancing, in which they invited all people
to come dance on the pow wow arena.
Naturally I was beyond thrilled when my extremely talented cousin, Lydia,
pictured with me below (don't let her red hair fool you, she was born and raised on the
reservation too) made me this beautiful Jingle Dress...
and I was able to dance my first pow wow.
Honor The Earth 2011
While I don't embrace the religious side of many native americans,
nor do I pretend to have majored in history of any kind
(including native american history), I absolutely have some native pride.
I love my culture, my heritage, and I hugely love my people.
A few years ago, I was at a festival where there was a tent set up
and there were Native Americans dancing and speaking about how they
used their dance to tell the story of God's love, the true "great spirit."
They talked about Native Americans in many parts being largely
held captive by tradgedy, suicide, alcoholism, & poverty.
I remember sitting there trying to hold back the tears,
as my mind played over the numbers of memories of hurting people I had known,
or known about... and realized not only did we need restoration in
the natural sense, but needed God to touch and bring healing to these people.
|Isn't Leila the cutest little blonde native ever? =)|
My heart has always been for missions. missions in a foreign land.
(someday I will tell that story and show those pictures)
however, many times we forget that our own world we live in,
our own family, our own city, our own culture is the biggest
and greatest mission field of all...
because those are the people we relate with most, we know & live their story.
It's easy to have a big heart for people that need love,
yet sometimes forget the people around us need it just as bad.
Below is a video from my first pow wow. Last summer...