Put a group of men and women in a room and inevitably as each begins to introduce themselves to one another this question rises to the surface of conversation like cream in fresh milk…”So, what do you do?” The query is always meant to spark conversation and discover exactly what profession or job the person holds. It’s usually a non-threatening question unless you detect a tone behind it such as an overactive ego chomping at the bit to tell you “what I do” compared to “what you do”, and even if it’s meant in all sincerity, I do not like the question because I don’t enjoy comparison games or ego trips.  So, imagine that you have just asked me “What do you do?” Well, let me answer that.

Upon rising in the morning and pouring myself my first mug of coffee I head to my favorite chair and open my Bible to read, pray, listen to God and write in my journal. I guess that doing that makes me a prayer warrior.

When I leave that time with God and begin to take care of my household with the washing of laundry, cleaning up dirty dishes, sweeping floors and scrubbing toilets, I guess I’m doing tasks that are usually associated with being a wife and homemaker.  So, yes, I’m a wife. I’m a homemaker (housewife if you use an older term)

On most days you will find that I have performed some form of intentional exercise such as strength training, a walk or run outside, and in warm months bide rides through my neighborhood. Doing these types of exercise are keeping me more fit and mentally alert. I guess this qualifies me to be called an athlete (of sorts).

I attend a weekly Celebrate Recovery meeting at our church home, even serving as one of the leaders on the team. By doing so I guess you could say that I am a leader/servant.

Every week I usually care for our toddler aged granddaughter. Having this time with her, helping her to grow and mature into a responsible adult is time well spent and doing so does not cause me one ounce of concern or regret. I guess you could call me a mentor–although being called gramma has a much sweeter tone and melts my heart every time I hear it spoken. (I’ve evolved from being called Ga to Bomma to “something” that is closely resembling gramma)

To this list I would also add that I am a  daughter, sister, an in-law, a mother, a friend.  So, when I’m asked by a new acquaintance “So, what do you do?” I have to refer to the above mentioned roles that I step into each day, every week, month after month, pouring into years now that are full of routines and experiences. They are are what I do.  And honestly? I’d rather you ask me “Who are you?” rather than “What do you do?”  But, that’s another entire blog entry….oh, did I mention that I also write? I do. I guess that makes me a writer too!