Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Who Am I?
I've just read the book, "The Mermaid Chair" by Sue Monk Kidd and it's got me thinking. Do I really know who I am? Do I really know in my inner core who God designed me to be? Do I know what makes me the way I act like I am? I know I'm Geof's wife. I know I'm Max's mom. I know I'm my mom and dad's daughter. I know I'm my brothers' sister. I'm an aunt, a cousin, a niece of many. I'm a friend. But for me. Who am I for me? All these things I am for other people, or for other people. But who am I to me? I know I am a child of God. But what does that mean? In my deepest core, my very being, my inside makeup, not the mask kind, the what I'm made up of kind - who am I? I don't have any answers for that right now. And I find that vaguely disturbing. Shouldn't we know that right off the top of our heads or at least in our gut? Maybe not. Maybe you don't know either. Maybe we've been too busy to think about it. I don't know. I'm just thinking about it now. And for some strange reason I thought I'd write about it here.
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Hmmm. This reminds me of the idea of "becoming" as a process versus as a finite place in time... like Mike was saying yesterday about being saved as a transformation process. It seems that every day we discover more and more who we truly are. We have the moments and markers we look back on as stakes in the ground to remind us but isn't it cool how who we are in Christ continues to be revealed? I don't know either... just some thoughts. JB
I've really been struggling with this lately -- who is that girl in the mirror that is looking back at me? What is she really supposed to be doing? What is she thinking? Why is she making the choices that she is making? Why doesn't she believe that God (or anyone else for that matter) loves her? Why does she feel so alienated from her family and friends? No answers....just questions.
I love these questions Candy. We are layers of expectations, yet deep within lies the truth of who God made us, who we see we are, and the intersections those two meet.
Perhaps the question of who are we when we feel most alive is a piece of that "who I really am".
Thank you for the nudge to find more answers in the solitude.
Candy - thanks for your comment at my blog today (yesterday? it's late...). I'm glad it led me back to you here, 'cause somehow I had lost you out of my RSS reader...
Was this Sue Monk Kidd book good? I've still not gotten very far through Dance of the Dissident Daughter, for some reason, though I like what I've read so far. These "who am I" questions are very much a part of my life right now.
Have you ever heard Point of Grace sing "Who am I?" There was a time when I wore that rack on the CD out. These are great questions.
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