When I was 14 I wrote this little poem; I think many a teenager with your typical teenage angst will relate, and maybe a few adults as well: –
Why am I here on this planet of ours?
Why do I do what I do?
How come I make the choices I make?
Which door do I go through?
How did I get here?
Why was I born?
How do I know if I’ll see the next dawn?
How can I hear?
How can I see?
What is the reason?
And why am I me?
The questions we ask
we must answer ourselves,
if we can’t find them,
wait till life tells…
Well 32 years later and life has taught me a lot, but my life never made sense until I found Jesus or rather he found me; and all the confusion, fear, doubt and anxiety was washed away.
Today at church we had a guest speaker – Thomas Fretwell, and he spoke on the subject of identity. His book “Who am I” is next on my reading list – in today’s confusing world, not only do individuals suffer with identity crises but society does too. There are so many World views, philosophies, gurus, voices…
I know the voice I listen to – do you?
My identity is as a child of God. If you want to explore who you are and do a little soul searching, maybe this is a good time and place to start.