I don’t remember when I got lost … more than likely it was when I was very young.
I do remember when I got found … I was 36 and unwittingly searching for more. And then I got lost again in ME; even as I walked with God. Having been found I wandered off into that I must be significant phase that I imagine we all traverse. I felt insignificant, had been taught, brainwashed, that I wasn’t worth much.
The God …
After years of running the other way, kind of like Jonah in the bible; but my race began before I was of an age to understand my responsibilities in my desire to disappear. I didn’t truly understand that God was calling me, literally from birth; so I went to the other side of that fence … yes, I did.
The belly of the whale for me, I know now, was the darkness of ME, the darkness in ME.
I had been told the gifts that I had, the mysterious gifts that were only explained in the knowing of God so many years later, were not of God.
Yet … God … showed me what those gifts were for! The spiritual gifts I flow in; and the physical/natural gifts I’ve been blessed with.
Two of my natural gifts, returned when I was where Father wanted me, are writing and photography.
I remember wanting to be famous. All little girls (and boys) want to be famous. But I could not remember how to be seen, how to be heard, by the time that desire surfaced.
It is only in this quest to find God in Me, that is clarifying the importance of who sees and hears me.
The importance of WHO they see in me … and WHAT I speak.
To be truly seen and heard I must REMEMBER to show the world Jesus … to be content in my true Identity …
…. [in] the Image of Him. Genesis 1:27