The Irony of Accidental Conversation

So, the other day I was talking to a friend of mine. A good friend, we've been pretty close for almost four years now, and we were just you know, talking about nothing. In his attempt to say "how are you" (he is probably the WORST speller you will ever meet) he asked "who are you". Quite confused, I responded "who am I?". After about a gazillion years of typing - myself confused all the while - he responded with the following:

"your are sarrah loyce fletcher you love littel kids you love to help liitle kids you are a child of God you are a doughter of (insetrt parents names hear i for got them dont tell them haha) you are a wonderful young lady who has her who life ahead of her you are lots of fun to be around you are very good at everything you do you know how to spell from haha you have a beautiful singing voice you are quite brittle around your wrists haha you like men you are the only one like you".

After reading and being boggled at why in the world this friend felt a very random need to tell me who I was, I smiled to myself. Because, what a reminder from God that was to me. It may have appeared to be an accidental occurrence, but it was a reminder of who I really am, and why I have gotten to where I am.

I so often struggle with finding my identity, and I lose faith in myself more then anyone else I know does. I doubt my capabilities and I question my love and my passions, I talk about giving up, and I wish I had the mental capacity to be a quitter. But then when I see myself from someone elses perspective - however misspelled, forgetful, and silly it may be - I see what a treasure I am, how much God has given me too offer this world.

And that's what makes it worth it. Every step that I take in a direction that I'm still not comfortable with, I find a new avenue of my soul that I didn't know existed before. I start to see the things that others see in me, and I begin to see how much God has done for me. I am coming up on a lot of humongous events in my life - leaving the country, making my home here in an apartment in Seattle, becoming an Aunt for the second time, essentially growing up. And though my wrists may be brittle and break easy - my soul cannot and will not. There are too many people rooting for me, and it's high time I start rooting for myself.

So basically:

"'Once you get over the fear, then it's a cinch', she said. And then she leaped into a mountainous and unexplored region of her heart." - Unknown