It's another morning here, coffee in hand, books stacked on the table, notebook and pen at the ready. I've been posed with a question about who I am. This question was given to me several times, so it is important, otherwise he would not have asked it. This man makes me think deeper, thank you. He's a wise man. The question is Who am I? Seems rather straight forward but it's not. Who am I, if everything outside of me ceased to exist? No children, no career, etc. No labels from society. What are my values, morals, boundaries. What defines me outside of world interaction? Who are you? That's who you really are. How does he pose these in-depth questions? Because he knows who he is.
So here I struggle with who I am. I have values, morals, integrity, principles, boundaries, which I have been writing out . I thought society helped shape and form these things. So hasn't my upbringing and trials, help form me?
To me are my likes and dislikes not who I am? Me being loving is that not who I am? Is my compassion for all living things not who I am? Is my personality type not who I am?
If I were to have been born elsewhere in an different time, would I still be me? God made me to be me. I know I am a sinner, I have faults and have recognized them and wish to change them. I know I am a good person who has troubles and wishes to be a better me.
So that is my dilemma, my struggle, my notebook filled with thoughts.
I sit and ponder this over my coffee and Bible and two other books. I know I won't find the answer today or tomorrow. It will take time. I want to find me and define me, and I will.
