Who am I?
“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure…” Hebrews 6: 19
Recent happenings have caused me to doubt my sanity and my personality and, essentially, my person.
“Who am I? And what am I?”
And then,
today I went to the Daughter’s of St Paul and Sr J showed a video she made:
and I realised, that it doesn’t matter who I am. It doesn’t matter that I am being told I am not the person I’ve always thought myself to be, it doesn’t matter that everything around me is changing, it doesn’t matter that in the next few months or even years, I, as a person, am going to go through so much change that the mere thought of it scares me.
What matters is that I anchor myself in Jesus. And when I have that one fixed point, everything else in my life can be variables that are so constantly changing that change is the only constant, I will still know who I am.
I am YOURS.
That is all that matters.
I am YOURS.
I am the child of God, the child He gave Himself for, the child He died for, the child He loves, the child whose hair on her head, He has counted, the child whose mission in life He already knows to the littlest detail, the child whose life is in the palm of His hands.
I am YOURS.
Perhaps it is only appropriate that I write a poem, to christen this blog.
This is a poem I wrote on the first day of February, this year.
An incessant stream of light,
The blinding pain of hope,
Persistent and unmoving,
Insists on loving me.
A foggy future of purity,
Sparks the diminishing coal,
More stubborn than adamant,
Insists on making me live.
A painful memory of the psat,
The spinning whirlpool of reminisce,
Persistent and unmoving,
Insists on holding me back.
A desire of what could have been,
The throes of empty pleasure,
More stubborn than adamant,
Insists on making me rejoice.
When all let go, only One remain,
Hope, love, joy, and peace,
An unblemished lamb slain,
Saviour of the very least.
Not all my poems are religious, most of them are depressive, apparently.
This is just one of my scribblings on a little scrap of paper.
teething problems
warning: wordpress idiot alert.
I never thought it was ever possible to spend this much time learning how to add links to my own blog.
I’ve been spoiled by blogger, who, by the way, still retains my loyalty at this point in time.
The colour of this theme irks me. But it’s the only theme I like.
Again, spoiled.
p.s. Nor have I ever taken this long to locate a publish button. =/
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