Who are You, God, and who am I?
It's a question that St. Francis asked, and I've made it my own, too.
Yes, I'm a daughter who lost her father. Yes, I'm a woman who left the convent. Yes, I was an English literature major and FOCUS missionary and nanny before that. And I'm a sister and cousin and friend, a runner and writer and dreamer, too. Yet I can't help but keep coming back to that soul-searching, heart-expanding, life-altering question: Who are You, God, and who am I?
This is the question that really matters. And I intend to spend the rest of my life asking it.