I’m writing these words from the sofa of my childhood home.
A few rooms over, pink flowered wallpaper beckons me back to memories of slumber parties, awkward years, bangs that were too big, and endless questions about who I would grow up to be.
And the more years go by, it seems I know both more and less about the answer to those questions.
Find yourself, says this world.
But I don’t think that’s really the way it works.
Finding yourself sounds like “you” are out there that knowing who you are is a process of going.
Yet it seems in so many ways that it’s really more about staying.
Staying true to who you are…even when the popular kids make fun of you.
Staying courageous enough to say “yes” to what God asks…even if you’re scared silly.
Staying open to life and love…even when hard times make you want to slam the door of your heart.
It’s the staying that makes us.
And it’s the staying that leads, in the end, to the finding.
The knowing.
Who we are.
What we’re called to do.
To looking in the mirror and seeing a woman who is learning to be who she is smiling back–at least on more days than ever before.
We don’t have to find ourselves, sisters.
We simply have to come home to who we already are…
and the One Who Has Always Loved Us that way.
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