They Call Me Journey

I am the time it takes for you to experience your whole life.
I am the events that give you life;
The ones which brought you into the arms of a loving mother the moment you took your first breath.
I am birth.
They call me journey.

I am all of your “firsts”.
I am your first smile, your first steps and I am your first words.
I am your first best-friend.
I am the time you fell when learning how to ride a bike and you scraped up your knee real bad.
I was those nervous butterflies dancing in your tummy the first day of school.
And yeah, I was the tears that leaked from your eyes when you realized mommies didn’t stay with you at school.
I am your childish innocence.
They call me journey.

I am your adventures.
I am the time you and your best-friend hid under her steps throwing snow-balls at the boys.
I am the time you pretended to be an African Queen on a rock in your front yard, as if it was your thrown.
I am the time you laid on the beach looking up at the stars, imagining that you were watching God up in Heaven.
I am your memories.
They call me journey.

I am your adolescents.
Remember middle school?..When you ate that worm for $8.50 with everyone watching?
Or that guy you liked who read the dictionary a lot?
Yeah that was me too.
I am your first day in high school, when everyone was afraid to walk down “Jock Hall”, but you did it anyways with your head held high, just to prove a point.
I am the day you sat on the school steps and gave Christ your life...
Wow, that was a good day.
I am the time you made your prom dress when the Walmart lady said you couldn’t do it.
Oh, and the day you walked across the stage to graduate.
Then you and your friends threw those hats in the air.
Can you hear it?..
“OH SIX, OH SIX, OH SIX, OH SIX...”
I am those complicated, life changing, teenage years.
They call me journey.

I will be your goals and dreams come true.
Where you go and all that you see.
I will be the unexpected ups and the never pleasant downs.
I will be that day you stand in a pure white dress, looking in your man’s eyes and say “I do”.
That day you hold your little brown miracle in your arms, staring, crying and laughing.
I’ll be that feeling of joy and gratitude for all that God has given you.
I will be AFRICA.
I will be all those women who need your help.
I will be tests of faith, times of brokenness, and the need of perseverance.
I am your past.
I am your present.
And I will be your future.
I am your life.
They call me journey.