|Posted by guardianangel1[email protected] on September 20, 2018 at 12:20 AM|
Who I Am by Terry McPhearson
I am not my hair, my eyes, my nose, or my mouth. I am not my skin or the shape of any of my body parts. I am not my strengths or weaknesses. I am not the IQ of my brain. I am not the levels of my skills. I am not the sound of my voice or the volume of my laughter.
The temple of my physical make-up is a culmination of genetics. It reveals nothing about the person who resides within. I take no credit or point no blame for the way I look. My temple is perfect-as is. This body is not who I am. It is an exquisitely perfect dwelling for my soul. Everything about it is exactly as it should be. No other, anywhere, ever, could serve my soul as well.
I am not anything you can see with your eyes or touch with your hands. Should you judge me by that criteria, you will never know me. I am not a dumping ground for bias that's based on a man-made standard and I do not accept the prejudice it creates. I am a union of body, mind, and spirit-a trio, not a solo.
To know me is to know yourself. Those who hear the voice of their soul, recognize the song in mine. They do not stop at the front door and judge me by the dwelling in which I reside. With a humble sense of honor, they knock upon the door and ask to come in. The judgment of others does not change who I am. Quite the opposite is true. It reveals who they are.
Those who deem me unworthy at a glance and pass me by, have my blessing to keep walking, for they have a long way to go. They have not reached the point in their journey where they are able to see and appreciate me for who I am. I will accept no less.