This is me in my peaceful place. A bad day of fishing beats a good day of…well…anything else! Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my family with all my heart. But fishing? Fishing is my bliss. The quietness. The calmness. I can let my thoughts float freely. And, if I’m alone, it’s where I speak to Yah most, and sometimes I can even feel the presence of His Holy Spirit. And oh, what a wonderful feeling that is!
Home is where my thoughts fly freely. Home is where I feel alive. Home is where I am understood. Home is where I am me.
Who am I?
I’m a woman, a wife, a mother. I’m a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister. I’m a niece, a cousin, a friend.
But, all these are not “who” I am, but “what” I am. So, who am I?
I’m passionate, I’m submissive, I’m dominant. I’m rebellious, I’m respectful, I’m loving. I’m friendly, I’m fun, I’m kind.
These, too, are not “who,” but, “what.” So again I ask, who am I? Look closer. Put them together. This is who I am:
I’m a passionate woman, I’m a submissive wife, I’m a dominant mother. I’m a rebellious daughter, I’m a respectful granddaughter, I’m a loving sister. I’m a friendly niece, I’m a fun cousin, I’m a kind friend.