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Stepwise 2 – Who am I? – preparation

I’ve had a few questions to consider in preparation for the second Stepwise session this evening. Here are my thoughts on some of them:

What is my own image of God?

When I think of God, I think mostly of a presence that is constantly with us, walking alongside us. I think of the poem ‘Footprints’ in the sand and imagine us cradled in the palm of God’s hand as he carries us through the difficult moments. I think of warmth and love. Usually, my image of God leans more towards the image of God, the Father rather than Jesus or the Holy Spirit. I think of my own dad, and the loving, close relationship we had. I imagine the Father’s love to be much like that, only better.

A black and white photo showing upturned hands held together with a paper heart resting on the palms
An image of footprints on a sandy beach next to a foamy sea. The text reads:
"Footprints in the Sand
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.

For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him and one to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that at many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. 

This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it:

"Lord, you said once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. 
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times of my life, 
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, you would leave me."

The Lord replied:

"My son, my precious child, 
I love you and I would never leave you
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.

Mary Stevenson"

Where do I think I’ve seen God this week?

  • In the little green shoots appearing in the garden.

  • In a moment of quiet at my daughter’s graveside, watching a nearby deer.

  • In the words of the street preacher. I might not agree with their approach to evangelism and I suspect we will disagree on theology, but the reminder that Jesus is here for us in our brokenness was one that I did need to hear that morning.

  • In the gentle reminder coming into my mind that I needed to prepare my heart too as I rushed around getting things ready for the Sunday service, shouting at my family in a very-unchristian way because I was running late and feeling very stressed. I can get so caught up and distracted in the doing at times and there are times when I need a prompt to remind me to ‘be still and know that I am God’. And apologise to my family for being such a stress-head.

  • In a moment of having someone come into our time of prayer at church and confess that he had not really prayed for years, but a friend had just passed away and he felt a need to come and spend time talking to God. I hope that he felt comforted from being there.

Who am I?

As part of our preparation this week, we’ve been asked to put together an identity map of who we are, and to reflect on what role we most identify with and where we spend most of our time. For me, ‘Mummy’ is the role that I currently identify with most at present, and I spent most of my time focused on being ‘Mummy’ and ‘Church elder’.

A mind map featuring words in bubbles with words around them as follows:
Me (centre)
Wife - safety, settled, security
Daughter - caring, youngest
Sister - big family
Christian - very imperfect, liberal, outside the box
Aunt - lots of niblings, great-aunt
Friend - selective, arm's length
Performer - singing, dancing, musical theatre
Church elder (underlined in pink) - publicity, worship, newsletter, website, juggling!
Writer
HR manager - solo, inexperienced
Midwife - privileged, vocation
Mummy (underlined in pink and yellow) - more than 2, not quite 3, bereaved, loving, imperfect, heart

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