“Who am I?”
What a weird question, yet everyone seems to ask themselves this question at one point in their life. This is the question I find myself facing as I have totally uprooted my comfy life in the states. Now my life is much different. Everywhere I go I don’t even know the language, so I get to play charades with everyone I meet! I also have a closet that fits on my back and holds a total of 5 shirts! (Yes I bought a new one.) I also have to have another person with me at all times, and if I want to go anywhere, it’s walking or finding a taxi and bargaining for the price. And check this out Mom and Dad, if I get lost, I can’t use google maps, I have to stop and pray I find someone who knows English, or it’s another game of charades!
None of these things bothers me, really. in fact I kind of enjoy the ever-changing lifestyle, but altogether? Much different story. See, at home I knew who I was, it was easy to distinguish myself with the way I lived from others, and I could form some kind of identity in that. But here everyone I am with carries a 30 lb pack and goes wherever I go.
So here I am, God, on my knees, asking the question, who am I? Who did you create Luke Christopher Thompson to be? What do you want this 22 year old to do with his life for you Lord? I am a blank canvas, your blank canvas, so I beg you, Lord, get the paint.
-Luke
