So who am I really? It turns out that when I was told over and over again as a young child and even later as a young woman and even now as a woman getting older who I was, it may not have been the truth. I have carried the weight of responsibility, intelligence, and dependability with me throughout my life. I have carried the weight of not being the pretty one, of not being worthy of love, of being fat with me too. And this is the thing. I am a child of God. I don't have to take on the responsibility of everyone else. I don't have to be smart and dependable. I am me. I am worthy of love just as I am. And to God, I am beautiful.
So here I am in the final quarter of my life, trying to figure out who I am. Why was I created and what special gifts so I have that will draw the people I meet to Christ. What is in me that will help others to know Christ through my gifts?
Sadly, I don't know the answer. I don't know even part of the answer. I don't know where to start looking for the answer. So today I pray.