Who am I?

I often find myself wondering, pondering, contemplating...
while sitting on the porch, walking down the dirt road, or just staring off into the distance...
"WHO AM I?"

Who am I in this great big world?
Who am I here in Africa? in Liberia?
Who am I to these people?

Who am I to come and supervise?
Who am I to come and correct, edit, or revise?
Who am I to say anything to you?

Who am I that I should be respected, or admired, or envied?
Who am I for your children to be afraid of?
Who am I to take the attention of your men?

Who am I to receive special treatment?
Who am I to encourage you to follow your dreams?
Who am I to ask you for anything?

Who am I that God should use ME?

The only answers I have so far are simple ones...

I am who God made me
I am me
I am here
I am

All the names I have been given in the local dialects, being labeled and called everything from "white woman," to "stranger," to "ugly," to "fine lady," to "beautiful," to "African at heart," to "too old to not have children," etc.  None of those names is who I am... not one.  They might describe the perception of me here.  They may make me stop and think (and in fact often do).  BUT, they do not define me.  Just like my hair didn't/doesn't define me, my clothes don't define me, my language(or lack thereof) doesn't define me.  And neither, most pertinently here, does my skin color.

I'll leave you with this thought... one thing I know for sure:
I am who I'm supposed to be... both here and not here.

So, I might just encourage you to wonder, ponder, and contemplate too... just who are you?