Identity

who are you? no really. I mean if you were a Jenga puzzle, what would the pieces say? Last night, I sat at Axis and was hit hard with a couple of realities.
First, there is a lot of rebuilding to do in my soul. I know this has been a topic before. However, in regards to my identity and the toppeling down that happened in my life over the past 3 years, the rebuilding is taking a long time.
Second, there is a huge difference in knowing who you are, honoring who you are and living out of the truth of who you are. I falter in living out of the truth of who I am and more so honoring that woman, and the spirit that dwells in me. That is a part of me. On this very cold day in Chicago, I honor who I am be writing about this spirit and asking God for understanding to why I don't honor myself, why I sometimes honor others and sometimes don't, and if I don't honor myself maybe it's because I don't know myself all that well. Or because for two years I beleived that myself wasn't good enough to keep him around. But, one way or another, I will get to the bottom of this one...and walk on.