Who am I? I am not Abby. I am not a girl. No, that is of the world. I am not of the world, but of the spirit.
I am love. A sacrificial caring of every human being. A compassion that overflows from inside.
I am joy. A bubbling, dancing, eucharistic happiness of the spirit and cannot be contained.
I am peace. A calm, controlled presence in a world of chaos and confusion.
I am patience. Time is of no matter; learning does not happen in an instant.
I am kindness. Everything God created is equal and precious in His eyes.
I am goodness. Evil cannot penetrate the pure and strong. Jesus’ blood cleansed my sin.
I am faithful. Growth of a mustard seed comes with trust in the farmer.
I am gentleness. Fragile is the innocent; weak are the needy.
I am self-control. Matters of the world are raindrops in the ocean, which will not flood.
So often, I feel discouraged because I try to live up to who I think I am. I’ve created a personality that everyone can love, but really I need to be the daughter of God who invites the weary and comforts the weak. I don’t need to live up to the world’s standards, only God’s standards.