I Am What I Am

 I am sure most folks my age remember Popeye and his famous saying, "I yam what I yam. I'm strong to the finish 'cause I eats me spinach." 
     I would have to change that a bit to, "I yam what I yam. I'm strong to the finish 'cause I love my Jesus." Saying this made me think about how well I am made and what I "yam", so I wrote the following: 

I Am What I Am 

 

I am what I am

And loved by the Lamb.

I’ve no need to be like another

Or talented like sister or brother.

My gifts may be few,

But I’m what the Potter drew.

He gently molded, 

Mashed and folded.

He made not my thoughts like some,

And often I feel plain and dumb.

Yet, the Preparer 

Made no error. 

I was in His awesome plans 

When my ball of clay was in His hands.

I'm awesomely made,

Carefully measured and weighed;

Every freckle, finger and toe

Formed as only He would know.

None the same in every batch;

God didn’t make a match.

With that said,

I proudly tread ahead.

I’m God’s intended design,

So, I need not whine and pine.

I’m what He had in mind.

What I am is what you find. 

 

Mary Crisp Jameson. 1/27/2024

 

“I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works: and that my soul knoweth right well.” Psalm 139:14 KJV 

 

 “But now, O Lord, thou art our Father; we are the clay and thou our Potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.” Isaiah 64:8 KJV

 

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

     Being raised with fairy tale stories, I remember Snow White's evil stepmother asking, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"  In other words, "Who is the most beautiful in the land?"   She wasn't satisfied with the answer she received from the mirror.  To be perfectly honest, I am never satisfied with the answer my mirror reflects back.  I have never liked my freckles, my long nose, my thin hair, or my long neck.  There are so many more flaws the mirror says I have but, for now, enough is enough.  I live by what Popeye says, "I yam what I yam and dats what I yam."
     Come to think about it, who am I to question what I look like?  I was wonderfully made by God's own hand.  I am told that in Psalm 139:13-18 (NLT).   "You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb.  Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!  Your workmanship is marvelous-how well I know it.  You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.  You saw me before I was even born.  Every day of my life was recorded in your book.  Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.  How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.  They cannot be numbered!  I can't even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand!  And when I wake up, and you are still with me!"