I am a mom--an imperfect one, but one who tries to show her kids what she can...and who is constantly amazed by these two precious little people who latch onto my waist and declare, "Mine! You'll always be my mama!"
He is my Father--a perfect one, who shows me in so many ways what I can do through Him. Who constantly amazes me with the gifts, small and large, that He has given us. Who patiently whispers, "Mine. You'll always be my daughter."
I am a wife--one who messes up now and then, who says the wrong thing and forgets to make dinner. But one who still gets that little pitter-patter inside at the thought of seeing her husband after a short absence. Who dares to dream along with him of somedays and maybes.
He is the Bridegroom--the one who is always waiting for his Bride to remember her vows, to remain faithful, to reach for perfection. The one with arms outstretched in love for His church, for the world.
I am a bit of recluse--the kind who likes company, sure, but who gets lost in a crowd. Who sits at a party feeling awkward, even when it's all family. Who can give a sermon or a speech no problem, but who often stumbles through the unscripted...until she has a keyboard under her fingers or a pen in her hand.
He is everywhere. Always. And yet He doesn't force His way in. He stands outside the doors of our hearts and awaits our invitation. To come in. To sit with us. To give us the words we can't find and the sense of belonging that sometimes evades us.
I am a homemaker--but not the kind who makes a beautiful, showcase home. I appreciate those, but they're not for me. I would rather spend my spare dollars on dreams and goals and helping those who have less than on curtains or decorations. All I need, I have discovered, is enough--when I find myself with more, it's meant to be used for a greater purpose than my own comfort.
He is the Creator--the one who made the world and all that's in it. Who clothed the lilies of the field. Who made a home for every creature. The one who bids me, "Don't worry about tomorrow. Just follow Me today."
Sometimes, when I'm tired or down or just overwhelmed, it's easy to focus on all I'm not. But I'm not not. I am. I am all He made me, and all He made me to be that I haven't yet realized. I'm flaws and strengths, weaknesses and determination.
I'm a shadow of Him--a mirror, I pray, of His light. I am His. And He is I AM.