I Am Who I Am

I possess no cosmic power. I cannot read the minds of others, nor do I know how the passing of time comes to fruition. For I am mortal. I possess no supernatural ability, for I am not a god. I am who I am. I am me. I am myself. No one by any quantity can possess my existence. They cannot breathe my air or share my mind, for they are mine.

Isn’t it crazy that even though I am aware of my presence I doubt myself? As Moses had done to God, I have done the same to me, knowing full well that I am made in the image of God.

The uncertainty of the weather has been a metaphor for this season of my life. There would be times of complete certainty but also moments of complete confusion and desperation. My inability to respond to uncertainty has caused me heartache. It has become so bad that I couldn't see the sun without feeling like my life held a sort of fog over my head. It wasn’t depression or anxiety, but rather a sense if uncertainty. An uncertainty in knowing whether or not my future shall be had. An uncertainty in knowing if I can accomplish all that I have claimed over myself.

I had a word spoken to me by a light. She was full of God’s enduring love and peace; a peace about her that passed all understanding.

I know for certain that her words were not her own. She mentioned the strongholds that used to shroud her life that was similar to mine. I knew that her voice was a communication tool from the father for she said what I needed to hear. The reminder that God can break down any impediment in our lives and build foundations of overwhelming power.

Though I know that I don't possess the authority of the wind; I don't hold the power of the rain. I put my assurance in the ever abundant power of Christ. I acknowledge how cliched my words might sound, but there are the workings of my heart.