Truth : If you could be anyone, who would you be?
I suppose I should want to be “Barry Ihavetoflatch” , or “Bobby Lightamatch”. Wait… what’s his name again?
Oh yeah, Benedict Cumberbatch. My wife’s current celebrity crush. He’s tall, has a great accent, and evidently has cheek bones to die for.
But I don’t want to be “Benny Pumpkinpatch”. I don’t know him.
As I was thinking of who I want to be for the rest of my life… I figured it should be someone I know. Someone I know very well… otherwise, I may be in for a lot of surprises. Like…
What if they are selfish, dishonest, lazy, or rude?
What if they aren’t patient, kind, or faithful?
Most of all… what if they don’t eat meat, shoot guns, or enjoy adventure?
The more I thought… The shorter my list became.
But one person stood out above the rest.
I would want to be my dad. He’s my hero.
He works hard, considers others more important, and tells the truth.
He perseveres through tough times, and fights for what is right.
He’s humble, polite, patient, and kind to everyone.
He’s incredibly smart as well as wise.
He’s extremely generous.
He’s a constant learner.
He’s a great leader.
He loves God.
I could go on and on about my dad… but you get the point.
Yep. If I could be anyone… I’d be my dad.
His name is Gale. He’s my hero. (below is a pic of my dad bungee jumping off the Victoria Falls Bridge in South Aftrica – he was in his 60’s)
This is by far the toughest truth question for me to answer during this challenge so far.
If I could be anyone, who would I be?
I’d still be me.
I hope that doesn’t sound arrogant.
The truth is, I have struggled with low self-esteem most of my life. During some low moments of beating myself up emotionally because of a choice I made or receiving a hate letter in the 6th grade from a group of girls that I thought were my friends to being in an abusive relationship during my Sophomore year of college…there have been plenty of lows. Plenty of times where I wished I were anyone else except me.
Each of them have spoken life-giving truths into my life at just the right moment. Most of all, I needed to hear the whispers that God was shouting at me:
I am loved.
I am beautiful.
I am forgiven.
I am free.
I am blessed.
The list could go on and on.
I just want you to know that even though the low self-esteem lingers around a few dark corners for me, I’m not wishing I was someone else now.
Your turn – if you could be anyone, who would it be?