I Am

I have a story to tell. I don't know what it is yet or how to tell it. There is something within that is eager to burst through the ground to the warmth and light of the sun.

Everyone has a story.

I'm starting to share mine even though words fall short of the fullness of what I want to say. My name is Durel. For the past several years I've been on a journey I don't quite understand. Yet. It is a journey that sometimes feels like a storm; other times it feels like a wilderness. Sometimes it is impenetrable silence. And that is where this story begins.

In the silence I am compelled to listen to the quiet musings of my heart as I watch it transform over time. Divorce does that to a person. While I processed the breakdown of my marriage I also "processed" identifying documents to reclaim my family name - an experience that nudged me to examine this concept of "identity" and what it means to have a name. I held my name up to the sun, turned it around in my hand and looked closely as I searched for the nuances that made me who I am. Now.

And as I searched for who I am, I found the I AM. YHWH. I realized that for me to know myself, I have to know I AM. That set me on a path of a spiritual rebirth; returning to my foundations, my roots of identifying myself in Him.

Knowing who I am requires me to know the I AM.

That is what this story is about.