My Many “Me”s
These are all pictures of me — well, okay, the first few might be a bit more representative than actual. But, like yourself, and as you can see, I’ve been a lot of different “me”s over the course of my now fast approaching 70 years.
There’s the “me” I never knew… there… in my mother’s womb. Memory cells are not yet developed then so no one can recall their pre-birth existence. Still, from what I’ve learned of it, it is not a period of my past I would wish to revisit.
Then there’s the childhood “me.” Childhood for most is a time of imagination. Toys and pretending are its trade. It is a time of discovery, a time of deferred responsibilities, a time when moms and dads are presumed eternal and ‘dead’ happens only to houseflies and batteries. A child wants never to be an adult, and an adult seldom wishes such innocence with naivete.
The “teens” and “twenties” me holds some appeal, but in all, the lessons of wisdom then unlearned cast doubt on any desire to return there. Though this body now bears its aches and scars it also contains a maturer soul, one at rest in Him who gave it.
So I think I shall press ever onward… Having transitioned through so many “me”s thus far, the one that takes me from this earth, away to “be like Him” can most certainly hold no fear.
“…now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is.” (1 John 3:2).