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Friday, August 13, 2010

Who am I?

My dad and I when our family
lived in Jacksonville, FL
1970
(Proof that I was blonde once!)


Who am I? It is easy to describe roles of duty than to meditate on the content of "who am I?"  Regretfully, and at times, smugly, it's  easier to say "who I am not." Or with dreamy hope, "who I wish to be!" What would my family say? Or my husband? Our friends? The cashier? The waitress? And even louder still, chiming in, the Accuser chants without mercy, "I know who you really are!"

Who am I?  My steadfast reply wakes me every morning: "I am a child of God, a daughter of the Most High, King of all the Universes, Creator of all things."  I call God, "Abba, Father."

Let all that describes "who I am," be worthy and fitting as His child~whether it be my duties, relationships, aspirations, conversations, thoughts, and to the absolute inclusion of my mistakes, disappointments, and stubborn, unconquered walls~will somehow bring Him pleasure as I grow up in the Spirit each day!

Who am I? I am His. He's my Abba!  It's more than an affiliation. It's family! I hope you see the resemblance!


"But to all who did receive Him, who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God."

John 1:12 ESV

2 comments:

  1. I love this posting! I love your words. Your light burns bright. I remember you looking just this way in Jacksonville when your Mom asked me to babysit you and Tim. You once rolled off the couch and bumped your head, and I still have not forgotten how badly I felt about that. This is how I remember your Dad too. I was there long ago.

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  2. Cousin Teri, sometimes its hard for me to imagine our age difference...you babysitting me? Your entire family seems timeless to me...a distant yet very near dream at the same time. I have such faint memories yet I am full of intrigue...I can't tell you how many long afternoon or late night conversations I have had at my mom's table. I seem to always ask her the same questions about her and your mom, about them growing up...I never get tired of it. I am very grateful to be named after her! So, I love that we are in touch (I have to thank my mom for getting so many of us on fb together!)!!!! Hugs and love!

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