When I was twelve years old I was faced with the question: who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
It's amazing how three little words can send your mind racing in a million directions. If you were anything like me, it could also leave you at loss of words. There I was, twelve years old, staring blankly at the woman asking me the question. How do you answer something like that? I know my name, and on a good day, I can even tell you when I was born. Isn't that who I am?
No, that might be a part of it, but it's not who I am. I am not categorized to be who I am by the color of my hair, or the size of my foot. It's not my height, nor is it where I live. You want to know who I am? Let me tell you.
I am Abby. I am the master of no talents but one, and that is being out of the ordinary. I have an obsession with putting peanut butter in my yogurt, or rather, what it looks like, putting yogurt in my peanut butter, and I literally squealed when I got a calculator for Christmas. I am the last to speak, and first to listen, and am a firm believer in the fact that I might never chose what my favorite color is. I am organized in a disorganized way (mind blowing, I know), and I usually go throughout my whole day feeling like I'm forgetting something. I hardly ever start a conversation in fear that I might bug someone, but once you get me talking, boy, I don't shut up. :P
But on top of it all, I am a Daughter of God.
To me, that part outweighs the rest, and I know that if I didn't have that little piece of knowledge, the rest wouldn't mean much.
This is who I am, and whatever the world might bring, I know that I will never have to face it alone.
Happy Tuesday. :)
