All I Was and All I Am
I thought all I was, all I had going for me, was being smart. At school, I had an identity and an escape. No one knew anything else of me or my life.
Then I learned that I was strong. I overcame illness and wowed everyone with my gymnastics and my spirit.
And when I prayed I knew I was happy. I knew I wasn’t like so many I saw around me. My energy was different. Silver linings filled my view and hope filled my heart.
My tear-stained pillow would be replaced with a bed of my own making. I ventured out to find my place in this world and I found myself.
I wasn’t “the pretty one.” I wasn’t “the creative one.” I wasn’t “the funny one.” I certainly wasn’t “the popular one.”
I was so much more.
If I was to be just “one” I wanted to be “the joyful one.” But I realized none of us is one-dimensional.
I had to be shown my own reflection in the hearts and healers who came into my life over the years.
I had to help others find out who they were and what made them special before I truly knew how special I was.
Through prayer I learned I am loved and loving.
Through friendship I learned that I am a listener and I am heard.
Through work I leaned that I have both heart and mind to contribute equally.
Through illness I learned that I am beautiful and brave and won’t be beaten.
Through loss I learned that I am free to live this one life with all I have, to hold nothing back.
Through it all I learned to be true to all I am. I am so much more than smart. I am not just strong. I am blessed.
I head into 2018 knowing with all my heart that I am beautiful and brave and strong and true and free. I choose to live as I am for all of my days. I have so much to give and to receive. Blessed be.