Who are you?

It's a question I often want to ask people, even people I've known for years and years. I'll be talking to them and just have the sudden urge to say "Who are you ____?" (fill in the blank with proper name). Not in the sense that I don't know who they are, I've known them long enough to know who they are. At least on the surface. But who are they? Who does God say they are? How did he make them that he didn't make anyone else? WHO are you? Not just your name, or what you like to do or what your favorite sports team is. Who are you really? Well I've never asked anyone that question because I know that I would have to have an answer for it as well, and I've never had one. The fact is I haven't known who I am, I know me pretty well I think, but not completely.

Tonight my dear brother Chas had his senior recital. God bless him, I love him so much. He is such an amazing man in every way, he's been a huge blessing to me and influenced me more than I like to admit, but always for the better. While he was playing tonight I shut up long enough to listen to him and while I was listening to him play the Lord decided to jump in while I was not paying attention to myself and say a few words. So I owe you, Chas, a big thank you for playing tonight so that I could shut up long enough to let God say something incredible.

He (God) was telling me about singing. Now he's been pressing it on my heart lately how important it is for me to sing to people. I don't know how to go about that, but it's important. I don't sing for people though, I'm very shy about singing for anyone. My own boyfriend doesn't hear me sing anywhere but in my car when I feel like no one is paying attention. You see, singing is the very heart of me. Music is what my soul is made of, and it is the one part of me that is the most vulnerable and I don't share it because I want to protect it. I will share my life story with you and never leave out even one gruesome detail. If you really want to know I will share with you every wonderful thing I've done, and every horrible sin I've committed. I will tell you and give you anything you want, but sing for you... not a chance. And he told me tonight that he wants people to see the heart of me, and that it's important that I show it. It's important for the Serbians that I do... how crazy is that to think about.

If I tell you about my life and who God has made me you'll see my heart, but only a glimpse of it. You'll never know me that way because I'm not really being vulnerable with you. I am to some extent but not completely, and that's the plain the truth, something I don't like to admit. But when I sing to you, my songs... that is a very different story. What I sing is truly a part of my soul. It is all my desires, hopes, dreams, thoughts, ambitions, and all my love, care and mercy. It is who I am entirely. And there is a lot there to give.

I wrote a song recently and recorded it. I gave a copy to my Anna-Belle and one to Chas. That is one of the hardest things I've ever done. I gave it to them to critique it, which made it even harder, because it's an evaluation of me essentially. I did get a review from Anna, I haven't heard from Chas but there hasn't been much time to ask. That song is a part of my soul, it is the nearest thing to who I am except for one. The other isn't really even a song yet, it's a poem I wrote probably three years ago and just haven't gotten a tune for yet. That poem is me, plain and simple. I can't even explain it to you because it isn't really about me, either of them. They are both about the Lord, but the meaning behind them is the cry of my heart.

So I believe that when the Lord made me he sang me into existence. He didn't just mold me or make me, he sang a song and there I was, radiant and beautiful just as he designed me to be. I have an answer to my question now.

Who am I? I am the Lord's Song and his Music Maker.

Who are you?