Asking Myself—and You— Who Are You?

Titles. Names. Roles. We layer them on like veils: Mother. Wife. Daughter. Grandmother. Sister. Auntie. Niece. God‑Mother. But… who are you when all of that is set aside?

For me, the answer is simple yet profound: I Am a Child of God. That remains, beyond everything. Once our titles fall away, we are left with a spirit, longing—always longing—to return to the Source that shaped our breath, our heartbeat, our being.

“The path we walk seems like it never ends—shallow here, deep there, twisted in places, strewn with leaps that demand courage. But I ask: Who am I, truly?”

I am a spirit—naked and untethered—seeking the road that leads back to the Creator. How to find that way? Not by following the loud, hurried crowds—but by turning inward:

• Nourishing myself with foods that honor my body as sacred
• Reading wisdom that speaks to my soul
• Listening to the elders who remember
• Rejecting what no longer aligns
• Treating others with grace, not mimicry
• Following my dreams and the signs written in the stars

📖 Scripture

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.” – Jeremiah 1:5 (NIV)

🌱 Reflection: Stripped But Still Sacred

We carry names like medals—Mother, Wife, Grandmother, Sister… But when life strips them away, what remains?

It is here, in the stillness of titleless identity, that the soul whispers: I am a Child of God. We are not what we do. We are not who we care for. We are spirits clothed in flesh, shaped by divine intention, called back to the Source that sent us.

Your worth was sealed before your first breath. You are not forgotten, even when unseen. You are not lost, even when searching. The world may not always recognize you, but heaven always will.

🧡 Affirmation

I am not who the world says I am.
I am not only what I do.
I am a Child of God—whole, sacred, and returning home.

🙏🏽 Prayer

God of the in-between,
Thank You for knowing me beyond my roles.
When I forget who I am, remind me that I am Yours.
Strip away what no longer serves me,
and guide me gently back to my divine self.
May I walk with courage, healing, and grace.
Let my journey not be hurried—but holy.
In Your name, I remember who I am. Amen.

Let’s walk this path together—slowly, intentionally, lovingly. One breath, one prayer, one return at a time.