They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name “teacher” for the name “student” that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty.
In the process of developing one’s self, you loose pieces, find other long-lost pieces, find all-together new pieces, and hang on to a few familiar ones. What are these pieces making? Not knowing frightens me.
I know I am a child of God.
I know I am where He has led.
I know that I love people.
I know that I love nature.
I know that I love children.
I know that I can learn and study.
I know that I thrive in colour, beauty.
I know I was made to create.
But who am I anymore?
Sunday afternoons, I have made it my habit to go on solo walks here through the beautiful wetlands and forests. I have discovered somethings healing in looking at the big picture and finding the little, hidden beautiful pictures all around me. Here they are FRAMED.
Nature, like life, has many pieces, many frames that make the whole. Some are ugly. Some are beautiful. Some are peculiar. Together they are complete.
I must not forget that the frame that I see is only a frame, not the whole. The One Who sees the whole has chosen now to be the time when I get to see a different frame of myself and a different frame of Him.
Open my eyes, God. Help me to see You.
The Road Not Taken