A woman asked me once, in a confrontational way, “Who are you?” I didn’t know how to answer. All I could think was, I am me. I didn’t think she would understand.
And mostly I don’t understand the “me” who inhabits this frail human body. I believe I am a precious daughter of God. Sometimes a wilful child, sometimes a cooperative one, sometimes cranky, sometimes cheerful, sometimes resentful, sometimes forgiving.
In light of the Lord’s perfection, I am a humble pupil, a striving wannabe, a stumbling follower in the way of love and compassion.
[Jesus] said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” Matthew 16:15
“Who are you?” One of the most beautiful souls in my life. God Bless, SR
You are too kind.
I think I will reserve “the too kind” for you, dear lady!
I am perplexed about who I am. The blessing of aging for me is that I do seem to be coming to accept myself more, and then find me. 🙂
What a bit of wisdom! Accept to find.
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