Why is it so hard for me to tell you who I am? I'm a worship leader. but what else? That's like asking me what my favorite color is. I don't know. I don't know who I am. That's the point. I'm still figuring it out.
That's part of life, right? Figuring out who you are? I'm not the only one am I?
I know that I've been through a lot. That God has unmistakably placed direction and desire in my life. I strive unsteadily to see the face of God. I try and I stumble, but then I get back up and try again. My heart breaks for lost souls, but I fear being their guide. I long to worship God, but sometimes forget what that means. Even though I enjoy it a great deal, I forget to read my bible and sometimes even forget to pray.
But I know one thing: I'm growing. I'm not who I was yesterday, and I'm not who I'll be tomorrow. There's so many things in my life that could use fixing and God is helping me. But it's a bumpy road. All I know is I'm not alone.
If you asked me who I was I guess my only response could be this:
A child of God.
"See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!" 1 John 3:1
