Who am I?  It’s a question that I have tried to answer all of my life.  Maybe it is because I didn’t have a daddy.  Or the fact that I was the only black person in my family and no one would explain why.

Who am I?  Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know.  Others look at me and it seems so obvious to them.  Honestly, though, I still trying to figure out what I do and why I do it?  Maybe this is on my mind because I just turned 38.  Barring an early heart attack or accident, I just passed the half way point of my life…I feel like I should have an answer to the question…

Who am I?  I don’t know.  But I know the One I am called too and called to serve.

Who am I? Why does it matter? 

I AM GOD’S!

Any definition of myself that does not begin and end with that is inadequate.  Perhaps the more important quesiton is, "Who is God?"

I’m glad heaven is forever…that one’s going to take a while!