When you lose …you
If someone were to ask you “Who are you?” How would you respond? This question has haunted me for a long, long time, because I do not know-who…I…am.
I’m sure when put on the spot I would casually say, “Well, I’m Missy. I’m Mark’s wife, Sam & Austins mom, Connors grandma.” Then I am sure you’d say, “Yes you are all of those things, but WHO…ARE…YOU?
I’d probably say something like, “Well, I’m a wife, a mom, a grandma….” You’d stop me and say, “NO… who are you?”
I’d say, “I love to cook and bake, I love to help people. I’m sometimes a people person, sometimes a loner…” You’d say, “I did not ask you what you do, I asked you WHO-ARE-YOU???
I’d probably stare blankly at you now, because the answer to that question is one I do not know. Even writing this I struggle with the answer. I stress over the fact that if anyone were to ever REALLY ask me that question, it’s scary to say I STILL won’t know how to answer.
How do I find the answer? Can anyone really answer that question? And if they can…why can’t I? Where lies the answer to this deep question? Then, out of no where into my mind pops the song “Who am I” by Casting Crowns. God hears us, He hears our cries, He knows exactly what we need-exactly when we need it.
It lies where I knew it lied all along. I guess I don’t really need to know the answer, who am I? Because God knows who I am. That needs to be good enough for me. Just breathe…