"Who am I?"
The question enters,
Lingers,
Drills into my soul,
Cries out for an answer.
I stare at the mirror.
Somewhere,
Inside the reflection,
"Me" hides.
Who am I?
What defines me?
Emotions? Please God, no.
Fluctuating in form and size
Like clouds darting across life's sky;
Not to be trusted.
Thoughts?
Battling inside me,
Sensible one day, ridiculous the next.
Desires?
Unruly, impatient,
Struggling beneath the hands of will and reason.
My past?
A herd of memories,
Some pleasant,
Others, looming shadows.
Panic grips me.
Everything inside, stained with self,
Shrugs.
If this is me…
I can't bear the thought.
I look away.
My heart jumps--He is here,
Smiling,
Hands outstretched,
Hope in His eyes.
And then I know.
The question releases its choking grip.
Sweet freedom!
A lightness floods me
Like sunshine filling a dark valley.
He defines me.
Everything I am not,
Unselfishness incarnate,
Made sin for me--
That I might be made all that He is.
The mirror forgotten,
I slip my hand in His,
Overjoyed.
"For to me to live is Christ."
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