Who Am I

Sometimes I find it absolutely fascinating what goes through the mind while driving. I'm sure we have all been so deep in thought we don't recall how we got so far toward our destination. Oh come on! Sure you have! Not a safe way to drive, but we are all guilty of it. But what about the thought that seemingly comes out of nowhere?

Last week, as I was crossing the bridge on my way home, a question came to my mind. I had not been thinking along those lines and it took me by surprise. I heard myself say, "Who am I?" Then I said, again audibly, "Well that was strange. Where did that come from?" Yet I couldn't push it out of my mind. At 63 I am way past the "I have to find myself" stage. But there it was, rattling around in my brain and demanding my attention. So.....for the first 19 years of my life I was known as the daughter, youngest child, of my parents; sister to my older brother. For the next 43 & 1/2 years I was known as the wife of my husband. Now............??????  Considering this I realized those descriptions will always pertain to me. I decided to look at me from a different perspective. Since the age of 15 years & 8 months I have been a born-again child of the King. Not a perfect person, mind you, but a forgiven one.

Still not confident I had answered the question, it occurred to me that maybe it was not who I am, but who He is. Just as Jesus asked the disciples, "Who do men say that I am?", was He asking who He is to me? I immediately knew this was the question. The answer is so overwhelming it almost defies words. How do I even begin? But I don't believe the question expected a list of all the blessings He has bestowed on me. I believe it was intended to make me spend time contemplating the scope of who He is. We could use every adjective applicable until there was no choice left & never even scratch the surface of who He is. He who has always been. He who is. He who will always be. The Christ.