Have you ever wondered

http://http//www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/08/27/california.kidnap.shed/index.html

I'm a thinker. I can sit at my picnic table in my backyard just thinking for literally hours on end about nothing of real consequence. I'm an odd duck, I know; we've been through that particular discussion before. Sometimes, when my nearly six month old son is just sitting and staring off into space, I wonder if he's going to be a thinker like his momma (in between his spastic bouts of energy that come from his fathers genes) and if so, are we going to just sit and think together at that picnic table? Hm. That'll get the neighbors talking. Those weird Hahn's are out there thinking again.

Anyhow, something I've thought about since I was old enough to comprehend it is how fortunate I am that I grew up in the circumstances I did. I've wondered about how we really have zero control over what we are born in to. I've thought about how I could have been born into an impoverished african nation to an AIDs-ridden mother. Or to a Poland Jew in a concentration camp. Or to a slave in Georgia in the 1800's. Of course, I could have been born into a wealthy dynasty, too, but I try not to let my mind wander that way... (kidding, mom)

Anyways, it is facinating to me to ponder how God chose this particular time, place and family for me. Which of course leads one to further expect that He chose that particular time, place and family for that african orphan or for Paris Hilton. Then I have mornings like this one, where I read about a young girl, abducted at 11 years of age in 1991 to be locked away in shed and raped by her kidnapper only to become pregnant and raise her two children in that very same shed until they were, in turn 11 and 16 years old.

I think of those children who were literally born and raised in a shed. A shed in the backyard of their kidnapper father's house. Where everyone just lives their mundane suburbian lives around them and doesn't even realize that they are there. Could they hear life passing them by? Did they know there was more out there? What did that mother say to those children while they were growing up about their circumstances?

Incredible. That could have very easily been any of us, but it wasn't. It was her and it was them. Why was it them?

I have no idea.


Wow... overthink much? These entries are the ones that I kinda wish I could just erase... only because they are rambling... but I won't do it because its all about the growth, right? So. Yikes.