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Who am I?

My Mother’s son, my Father’s daughter.

I am particles, atoms, molecules. 60% water, so I am told.

I am blue-eyed, brown-eyed, green-eyed.

Brunette, blonde, ginger.

I am hands, feet, teeth, skin.


I fill my time with things.

Je vais au piscine avec mes amis.

I like to do.


I am who I am, and yet, I am you too.

I am the sum of my experiences, my opinions, my beliefs.

I’ll show you who my friends are, you’ll show me who I am.

I am finding my way in this world, and yet the course keeps changing, the goalposts keep moving.


I have learnt to swim, to walk, to run, to crawl, but now I am being asked to fly.


I want to sit, to rest, but I am on a treadmill. I must keep moving.

I have a paintbrush in my hand, but they keep replacing it with a pen.

I am struggling, yet I’m told in the struggle, I will find life.


Jacob wrestled with God, and walked away limping.


The Creator speaks life with His words. He speaks, and everything changes. Just a breath, and the world shivers.

A still small voice, a passing breeze, and we know He is there.

He has not left us as orphans.

He is with us in the struggle.

He walks the journey with us, again and again.

He meets us at the wall, and shows us a way through it.

He leads us, because He has been here before.


“Then, you shall know the way, since you have never been this way before”


He has not left us.


“You cannot come to the place I am going”


He walks with us.


“Stand at the crossroads and ask for the ancient paths”


He guides.


“Seek, and you shall find. Knock, and the door will be opened to you.”


He answers.


“I will run and not grow weary, I will walk and will not faint. I will soar on wings like eagles”


He helps us fly.