We each have moments that have defined our lives. Our first word, first step and the day we first went potty in the toilet are memorable moments for our parents. The first day of school and high school graduation are big. The day we make a commitment to follow Jesus is an important moment. There are other moments that define us as well.
The day we were first punished as a child. The moment that we burnt our fingers on the hot stove. Our mother screamed when we ran out into the street. Dad slammed the door as he went out the door when he left. “Don’t cry!” shouts mom or dad. “Do you want something to cry about?” “I’ll give you something to cry about!”
The first set of defining moments might prove to be joyous high points for us. The second set might be the first steps in the path to destruction of our identity and our self-worth. Expectations met, and expectations unmet. Unmet expectations are the ammunition that destroys our ability to know the answer to the question: “Who am I?”
An unequivocal answer to that question that connects to the truest, purest heart at the moment just before our identities were attacked, suppressed and stifled is the gift that can begin the journey to maturity. Growing up starts with knowing who we were when we were born with all of our potential yet unexpressed.
So, I ask again, Who am I? Who are you?
