My eldest son e-mailed me one day. He was at work, with time upon his hands, and his heart upon God. He teaches a class at the church he attends and on this particular day, the Lord had many things running through my son’s mind. Many things He was stirring up within him and many things He was revealing to him, things that the Lord wanted him to bring to the awareness of his class and to those he wanted to challenge.

God’s lesson that day was to teach us who and what we really are. Not what our carnal minds think, not what friends or family think, or the perceptions of the world. No, God wanted to awaken us from our slumber. It reminded me of the passage in the bible where Jesus asked his disciples who He was, probing to see how much light had been shone into their hearts and how much light they had been able to receive.

One said one thing, some another, but Simon Peter said, “Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.” Then Jesus told Simon Peter that he was blessed, for our Father in heaven had revealed this to him. That day, my son was pushing me and others to look within ourselves to see what had been revealed within our hearts, without us even being aware of it.

At first, my answer to my son only scratched the surface, which did not go deep enough, so he e-mailed me yet again, probing deeper and deeper, until the revelation within my heart surfaced. Below is my answer to him after I looked into the recesses of my spirit, thus finding the truth that God had placed inside my heart.

“Who I Am”

Well, son, you gave me a lot to think about. I guess most of us don’t really know who we are, but I guess I can figure out a few things.

I was created by God. His spirit dwelt in me, even before I became aware of Him. I am eternal. I am his child, created in His image. I was created out of love, and put on earth, to learn of Him, to love Him, to worship Him, and to share this knowledge with others that are traveling the same path.

I am Eve in the garden. I am Jonah, in the whale’s belly. I am Nicodemus, who needed to be born again. I am Zacchaeus in the tree. I am the woman at the well.

I am a part of God, and He is a part of me. I am housed in a wall of flesh, but I am really a spirit being. Because of Christ’s love and sacrifice, I am free. I am a child of the King, joint heir, with Christ Jesus. I am God’s eyes, I am God’s ears, and I am God’s hands. I am His connection to this physical world. I am Love.

I am this and more, but if written, that would be a book. I am still discovering who and what I am, but I think, that God has opened my eyes, and let me see the glory of His creation. Me.

After my son received this final testimony as to who I am, he e-mailed me for the last time in reference to this. He was pleased that I had finally dug deep enough until I found the well of “Living Water” that was inside of me. “Keep on walking, sister,” was his joyful and satisfied response.

Judy Spikes Copyright 2003 E-Mail jjcc@bellsouth.net