Who Am I

I feel like the thing that most easily defines me is knitting - that that's my passion, and if someone knows one thing about me, the one thing they know is that I knit. It's what I know best, and what I'm most comfortable doing - it's the topic I can go on about for the longest. I love my knitting community, because it is a community. But once I leave that community, I am at a loss.

Despite being both a woman and a wife, domestic pursuits are not my forte. Hosting and cooking are both things that Adam is infinitely better at than I (above is my somewhat creative attempt to create a warm, humid environment for rising bread - the outcome of which is currently undetermined),

and I'm much more at ease around animals than around children (another area in which Adam excels). It's not that a baby's smile doesn't make me smile in return, but that a wagging tail strikes a slightly deeper chord.

I go forth, socially and to serve, separate from him. Sometimes people ask me where Adam is and I can't give a detailed answer. It's not that I don't care for him (deeply - oh, so deeply!) but that precise itineraries aren't really important.

So often I feel alien, as though I speak a different language than those around me. Home educated and not having attended college, a 20-something with a career stereotyped as a hobby for the elderly, a human who prefers the company of animals, a woman who desires to teach and lead (yet dislikes cooking, cleaning, laundry and such-like) - I try to be outgoing and friendly, to find my place... but thus far, it's eluded me. I feel disconnected from those around me.

In the grand scheme of things, the only person that I need to be accepted by is Christ - His final defense of me is all that really matters. He gave me the directive of bringing Him glory - if I can do that, as His, then I begin to fade into a reflection of Someone greater, and who I am becomes who He is.