“Who are YOU?” said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.
Alice replied, rather shyly, “I–I hardly know, sir, just at present– at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”
(Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter 5, HT to Renee Altson)
This morning I offered to give someone tips on blogging, which was probably a mistake, since I’ve been such a bad blogger the past few months. Books are strewn all over my desk. I don’t know what music has been released or who I want to interview. My ideas are constant, and I am praying over each one to see what comes to fruition. I am happy to report that my relationship with God is vibrant.
As I consider the past six months, I am amazed at the amount of change that has occurred in such a small amount of time. Six months ago I was ambivalent about going to church at all and next Sunday I will be officially accepted as a member at my new church. My faith, my life, everything was falling apart, and from these ruins, God is building something incredible. I continue to marvel at it, even on my worst days when I’m my own worst enemy.
I see myself at a crossroads asking God, “Now what?” I don’t want to linger too long in this place, for I fear I might take up residence here. I don’t think that life was meant to be lived at the crossroads, though crossroads are often a part of life.
Being new at a church, I am trying to cultivate relationships and one of the first questions people ask is what I do. I’m not sure how to answer that question anymore. Am I a writer? A blogger? An author? A photographer? A social networker? A counselor? A communicator? A creative force in the world today? A Bible study leader? What am I?
All of it. Yes, all of it. (Try to fitting that on a business card.) And some days I’m not very good at any of it.
Maybe I should just say “beloved child of God” or “beloved.” Of that much, I’m certain…I’ll let God work out the rest.
(P.S. Having only met Bebo in person once, I never realized he had prettier fingernails than me.)
So…where are you? Who are you? Do you like Bebo’s fingernails? How has God shown you want to do? What has it been like for you at the crossroads? (And, please, don’t mention that terrible Britney Spears movie!)