I am
a mother
sitting on a stool.
afraid of sharks.
still getting used to being an adult.
embarrassed by that last statement.
I am
a songwriter
annoyed by gum chomping.
tired.
looking out the window to see what Oso is barking at.
I am
a wife.
wondering what I should make for dinner.
excited that it is almost fall.
wishing I lived closer to family.
regretting the brownie I just ate. okay, the two brownies I just ate.
I am
a daughter, sister and friend.
always holding back..something
ashamed that I enjoy television so much.
a mediocre guitar player.
I am...
so many other things, yet none of these things.
I am not defined by anything other than:
For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.
Colossians 1:15-17
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4 comments:
Great post.
beautiful... thanks.
Loved this. Reminded me of a quote from one of my favorite books from childhood, "there's such a lot of Anne's in me."
I'm not sold on mediocre guitar player. There's a chord progression in "Hope" that always blows me away.
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