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I am many things to many people, as we all are. To some a mother and wife, father and brother, a sister and friend, a mentor and listener, a fellow traveler and a philosopher. I am the reader on the plane or train, the speaker on the stage and the comforter at the bedside of the ill. I am the author of my story. I am to be the light to others and salt of the earth. I am always learning, searching, thinking and doing. I am because He lives.
I am the bouquet of flowers uniquely displayed from my vast jar of knowledge that leaves a fragrance of knowing throughout the room. I am the filled journal pages of detailed and descriptive narratives of letters splayed across the lined paper leaving words of wisdom and stories for others to read and reflect. I am the tasty cookie crumb of shortbread left on the Christmas snowflake plate of wintry days and Christmas now past. I am the echoing laughter of thousands of voices gathered together to celebrate some joyous ocassion.
I am getting older or rather, I am the frost on the window with silver hair, the cry of a lone wolf in the wilderness as I wander the walking paths of the forest alone, the creak of the rocker as I lift my weary bones from the feathered comforter on my bed in the morning. I am the faded black and white photo tucked into the page of a worn book left on the dusty shelf to be discovered by a tomorrow.
I am listening to the commentators list the variants of the COVID mutations as they use the Greek alphabet to name them all: Alpha, Delta, Onicron, Gamma, Beta. I am listening to the pastor deliver the sermon on Sunday morn and know that I am a child of God, accepted in His kingdom, receiving blessings for my life and waiting to live with Him in eternity. God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. He is the beginning and the end. The authentic “I am” is God, referenced from both the Old and New Testament.
I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty. Revelation 1:8
Listen to me, Jacob, Israel, whom I have called:
I am he; I am the first and I am the last. Isaiah 48:12
And so, as I am wanting to tell a story, share a bible verse or listen to a friend, I am always becoming the person God wants me to be. Who are you?