I have prayed so many times, “God, who am I?” I want to know who I am. I have pleaded for the knowledge of my purpose, to know who I am. I thought life was about knowledge of self, I needed to find myself. I didn’t know who I was, in the grand scheme of things. I am here for a reason, created for a purpose, given a gift to share with others; and all of that requires me to know who I am. It’s so much pressure to know: I, me, myself, who are we? My soul, my spirit, who are they. What does my soul require at birth, what does my spirit deem necessary to continuously exist? I am composed of melodies and rhythms, beats and phrases, love and wisdom. I must allow my Conductor, my Creator to orchestrate my music so that I am heard. So that you can hear His music. I am His music, I am His message, I am His messenger. He speaks through me, He sings through me, He displays His entire being through me. His love encompasses, embraces, exposes, endures through me. I am His. My gift is Him. My purpose is His will.
To know who I am, I must know who He is……
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.