Who am I?

The other night at our bible study in the park, we were prompted to read over a passage (Exodus 3) and then we were supposed to ask ourselves "Who Am I?" 

Who am I...

 I sat there in the wet grass at Pueblo Park with fifty or so other people contemplating this question. Who Am I?

 To my God, who am I? To the people I was sitting in that park with, who am I? What do I fill my time and thoughts with? What am I known for? 

Am I known as someone who speaks Christ's love and mercy everyday? No. Am I known as someone who is constantly trying to populate Heaven? No.

 If I had to guess, I think I'm known for simpler things. I work with kids in the preschool, and I'd say that I'm good at my job. I attend and serve in the collegiate ministry at my church. I lead worship there aka I sing. And if I'm HONESTLY looking at my life... 

 That's probably all I'm known for. 

 I'm the girl that's good with kids, goes to church and sings. 

What kind of legacy am I leaving? Will the people around me remember me when I'm going? Will the world? What sort of impact have I made? 

 In Exodus 3, Moses encounters the burning bush, and he finds out that he (along with God) will lead the Israelites out of Israel.

 Can we talk about pressure? 

 I get throw-up nervous when I'm asked to say a 2 minute segment on a Tuesday night. I can't even IMAGINE how I'd feel knowing that I had to lead people out and away from the only life they've ever known. Can we, once again, talk about pressure? Moses was appointed this task when he was basically a nobody.

 I've never really thought that I was destined to do anything special. But who knows. Maybe I am. 

 But now I sit here, typing this post, and think of Andrew. Andrew was a boy in our church who passed away a few weeks ago from a fall out at Red Rock. There was a massive wave of sadness in the following days, but there was also a lot of smiles. I went to Andrew's memorial service, even though I'd only met him a time or two, and the night was amazing. He had been so outspoken and touched SO many lives in such a positive way... It was just extraordinary. 

 Maybe everyone is destined to make an impact, whether it be on a large scale or just a small moment... 

Maybe my time of impact hasn't happened. Maybe it has. Maybe it's ongoing. 

 But the question still remains... 

 Who am I?