1. a ragged, disreputable person; tatterdemalion.
2. a child in ragged, ill-fitting, dirty clothes.
My great grandma used to call me this as a child when my sister and I didn’t meet her standards of clean and she had to take us out in public. I really didn’t understand the meaning, but I thoroughly understood the connotation. I hated being called that. It stuck with me. And for many years I have felt like a ragamuffin.
Was a I poor? No. Dirty? Of course not. But, I have never fit in well. I have never been enough. I wasn’t smart enough. Or pretty enough. Or thin enough. Or tough enough. Or funny enough. I think you get the idea. And maybe you can relate.
I have covered my ragamuffin tendencies well through the years, even earning a college degree (after marrying), and landing a job teaching children, which I felt called to do. I also managed to give birth to two beautiful children in the process, and assume the role of pastor’s wife.
This year I have experienced some major crises, including breast cancer, marital problems, and major opposition at my job. These have forced me to depend more on God, and search for solutions, but at the same time, it brought the ragamuffin feelings to the surface.
Through prayer and good counseling, I have discovered that I AM enough. I am a ragamuffin redeemed by Christ. This was not a new revelation for me, however, I have started living it out more. Which leads me to this blog…and a major career change.
At the end of May, I will leave my teaching career and embark on a new journey. One that has not been planned out by me, but I am trusting the One who does have it planned out. Will you join me as I chronicle this adventure?
This is the diary of a ragamuffin.