Who am I?
I am…
Pause. Breathe. Be here at this moment.
I finally understand the power in those words. What God, Creator, Universe has been trying to relay to me. That I am both empowered and empowering. That my life has meaning and purpose. What is meant for me will always find me.
Love. Joy. Prosperity. Peace. Safety. Success. Health. All the good in my life.
I am ready for it. I am worthy of it. I am embracing it as mine. I am living it through my mind, my heart, and my soul.
I am in control of myself — my choices, my direction, my becoming. God gave me free will to choose the kind of person I want to be. The kind of life I want to live. Who I share my life with. How I spend my time. How much effort I give. How I respond. How I show up for myself and for the people who matter.
That alone makes me extraordinary.
And yet… I can tell these powerful truths to myself over and over and still feel powerless. Still feel like I’m suffering. Falling. Stuck. Afraid. Undeserving.
I feel the duality of my existence so deeply — the constant tug of war within me.
I am both light and dark. But Lisa, the sun will always rise, ending the darkest nights. Open your eyes to greet the light.
I am good and bad. But Lisa, all the good you’ve done has canceled the bad. Give yourself grace.
I can love, but I can also hate. But Lisa, you were created out of love. When you align with love, you overpower hate.
I am gentle and harsh. Lisa, the world is harsh. But when you stay soft through bitterness, your gentleness becomes a gift.
I am strong yet weak. Lisa, it takes strength to admit your weaknesses. There is resilience in that kind of bravery.
I am the hero and the villain in my story. Lisa, the villain exists to challenge you. Learn from it. Triumph. That is growth.
I encourage others but discourage myself. Lisa, it hurts to see how little faith you have in yourself. Remove the “D.I.S.” and see what remains — courage.
I am happy for one minute and sad for the next two days. Lisa, you are not meant to live in constant happiness. Your emotions are messengers. Let sadness teach you where joy lives.
I can connect deeply and still dissociate from others — and from myself. Lisa, this has been a long journey. You are close to the end, which is why it feels harder. You are never alone.
I give advice but don’t follow my own. Maybe it’s time to align your actions with your words. Speak with intention, and the rest will follow.
I live for pleasure but avoid pain at all costs. Lisa, transformation requires discomfort. Take the pain and turn it into meaning. Then you can say, “I walked through the fire.”
I feel so much that I sometimes numb myself from feeling. Lisa, to feel is to heal. Numbness becomes sensitivity, and sensitivity becomes compassion. That is your gift.
I am brave, yet I am afraid. Lisa, fear once kept you alive. But you don’t need it anymore. That’s what makes you brave — you survived. Now you get to thrive.
I soar one second and fall the next. Lisa, life rises and falls. Trust that I will catch you — or send someone who will leap and fly with you.
I am focused, yet confusion finds me easily. Lisa, life and love can be confusing. Listen to the loving voice inside you — that is me leading you.
I am sure of some things and unsure of everything. Lisa, the clarity you seek is already within you. Find your inner beacon. Let it guide you.
I stand my ground yet falter where I stand. Then lean into me. I will give you balance. Ground yourself. Breathe it all in.
I know change brings growth, yet I feel stuck, unable to take the first step. Loosen your grip. Let go. Trust me — trust yourself. Once you take that step, you will be unstoppable.
The irony of my life. The irony of how I see myself.
But life is full of opposites — light and dark, joy and sorrow, certainty and doubt — so we can understand both sides. You cannot appreciate the brightness of day without the stillness of night. Even in the dark, there is something to discover.
Pause. Breathe. Be here.
“Okay… I hear You, God.”
You made me unique so I could uncover the meaning and purpose of my life. Something so simple, yet so hard to do. To love through the struggle. To live in these fleeting moments. To keep learning and relearning because there is always more to discover. To trust that my lessons are shaping me. To have faith — in the known and the unknown — that all will be well.
I get to choose my path, whether it is easy or hard. There is no right or wrong. Every path leads me back home. To myself, and to God.
Part 4 A Writer
Just when I feel like I’m finally catching up with life, God tests me again…
The images woven through My Journey and The Lessons are my own photographs — moments I captured on trails, in forests, beside rivers, and under open sky. They are pieces of my story and are not to be copied or used without permission.
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