For so many years I’ve lived my physical life according to the my imagination of what someone else’s image of me was.
I thought I had to check their boxes and get their unspoken approval.
I thought I needed to be well thought of, admired, and pleasing to their senses.
I thought I needed to be who they needed.
I lived that out in every aspect of my life including the degrees I got, the career I chose, the promotions I went after, the clothes I wore, the cars I financed, etc.
For 40 years, I lived my imagination of what someone else’s image was of me.
40 summers.
14,600 days.
1,261,440,000 seconds.
All that time I lived based on an assumption that could be true and could have been a total fantasy.
And what did it gain me?
A warped sense of self.
A disconnection from the unique God spark that was inputted in me at the time my father’s sperm met my mother’s egg.
What a pain to live unaware of the essence and facet of God created me to display of Him to the world.
The artist who expresses Him in colors and shapes.
The writer who expresses Him in words and phrases.
The thinker who expresses Him in thoughts and intentions.
The spirit.
His imparted spirit.
His molecular spirit imputed within a beautifully, brown colored, carefully orchestrated, and God sustained house called a body.
A part of everything I’ve done and left undone, said and refrained from speaking, attained and left for others to gather – I am purely a facet of God wrapped in flesh.
And so are you.
That piece of God that causes me to be, is me.
He is in me, therefore, I agree that I am in Him.
I and my Father are one.
That’s why I’m ok with being me.
And so should you.