I am most myself when I am buried nose deep in the well-thumbed pages of a favorite, familiar, beloved book.
I am most myself when I am rocking, cheek-to-cheek, breathing in the sweet breath of one of our slumbering boys.
I am most myself when I am sitting in the back row of a worship service, letting the music wash through my soul.
I am most myself when I am belly ache laughing with Pete at some private, intimate brand of funny that only we share.
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i am most myself when i’m talking passion and vision.
i am most myself when i’m doing absolutely nothing with a friend i feel completely safe and comfortable with.
i am most myself when i’m laughing uncontrollably.
i am most myself when i’m singing loudly and off-key in my car, the sound system volume at MAX.
i am most myself when i’m sitting quietly at His feet.
Oh, I am going to like this …
I am most myself when my house is filled with the evening time of homework’s happening/dinner’s fixing/Daddy’s finally home welcoming and I am able to smile at the beautiful chaos that is “home.”
I am most myself when the quiet darkness of night still hangs over my house, the two I love the most are still nestled warmly in bed her small arm tangled up in his big strong one, while I wrap myself in a well-worn, made with love quilt and hold my warm cup of coffee as I open the Word of Life and wait … quiet and still for Him to speak.
You realize that the second one was practically poetry, right? Beautiful.
Wow! Like gypsyma said, that second one is poetic! You gave me goosebumps. Just wow!
Thank you. Maybe I need to start using my comments on your blog as my own blog posts!!
I am most myself when I’m sitting at the piano playing and singing my heart out.
I am most myself when I’m curled up on the couch with a warm blanket, reading a good Christian fiction book.
I am most myself when I’m cuddling with my kids and we’re laughing about things that only we would think is funny.
I am most myself when I’m alone and praying to the God who I have come to realize loves me unconditionally.
This was a very neat post!
* I am most myself when I’m cuddled under a blanket letting the language of a good book wash over me.
* I am most myself when I am up to my elbows in flour, sugar, and frosting.
* I am most myself when I am laughing until I cry with people I love.
* I am most myself when I get to lose myself in praise and worship – on the platform on Sundays, alone in my car, anywhere.
* I am most myself when I am having quiet, hopeful talks about the future with my husband.
* I am most myself when I get to laugh, cry, share a meal, and talk about books and life with my dearest friends.
And, I am learning that I am most myself when I am being obedient to God and allowing him to use me, even (always) in ways that take me far out of my comfort zone.
I am most myself when I am enjoying the company of my sister, my nieces, and my momma.
I am most myself when I am engrossed in a good story.
I am most myself when I performing a “dramatic interpretation” of one of my favorite songs.
I am most myself when I am solving the world’s problems over a decadent dinner with close friends.
I love how being caught up in a book or good story is a trend around here.
Oh, and true confession: my husband kept nagging me to do our vows through “interpretative dance” – the closest I’ve ever come to dramatic interpretation of anything
(for the record: we did not)
I am most myself in the midst of a dance party with my three kids, or snuggled in my blankets, lying in bed talking to my husband after a long day.
I am most myself when I am laughing with my children about something goofy they’re doing.
I am most myself when I am snuggling into my husband’s arms and sharing my day with him.
I am most myself when playing my French horn or sitting in front of the sewing machine.
I am most myself when I am at church, celebrating Christ’s love and forgiveness.
Oh how I wish I could say that about the sewing machine – but alas, mama ain’t got no sewing skills!
I am most myself in the quiet of the night, with my loved ones sleeping soundly upstairs while I sip a last cup of tea.
I am most myself, head on the shoulder of my man, laughing.
I am most myself when I am sitting on my bed watching the sunrise mulling over the Bible and talking with God.
I am most myself when I’m in shorts, a tank top, bare feet, and curled up in my bed with a good book.
I am most myself when I am wearing sunglasses on top of my head.
I am most myself when I bring my laptop in the bathroom/am driving with my ipod and turn the volume up way loud and get lost in a song.
I am most myself surrounded by kiddos.
–This was too fun!!
I am most myself when I am confident in my direction
I’m most myself in the kitchen, creating something that ultimately has no judge but me (the first round, anyway).
I am going to spend some time thinking about this…and noticing more…I think I’ve gotten away from being Most Like Myself…too many years being my version of What I Think I’m Supposed To Be Like or What Everyone Wants Me To Be…But, when I first read it…what struck me…was a recent moment in which I just danced…I was alone and moved by a song and I was Most Like Myself just dancing and dancing…it was a powerful moment of reconnecting to me. So, I’m thinking, there are more moments when I am most like myself and I will spend some time on discovering them! Thanks for the inspiration. I’ve lived in this space of disconnectedness for too long!
Interesting, isn’t it – how ourselves are sometimes the hardest folks to find. I wish you well on that treasure hunt – may the road to yourself be paved with dancing, lots of dancing!
i’m with aimee! i’m am working on what myself looks like and who i am…i’ll let you know if i find her!
I am most myself when I am singing praise to my God, singing funny Muppets songs all by myself, and singing ‘Ain’t no Mountain High Enough’ with my two boys.
I am most myself when I can be creative and pour my heart into an item of cross-stitching, a homemade card, or piece of knitting.
I am most myself when reading, writing or dancing. Or any combination thereof.
Loved this.
I like your answers. They’re true for me, too. I’ve been thinking on this for a while, because it’s such a great question. Here’s one I came up with:
I’m most myself when I’m driving in my car alone, singing and dancing to bad 80s/90s music. Yes. Dancing.
“oh, oh, Livin’ on a Prayer!” That’ll do it for me every time. Every. Time.
I keep coming back to read new comments! Love it!
I’m most myself on Sundays after a morning of worship and fellowship at church, when my two boys and pastor husband are full of good food and taking their afternoon naps while I watch “Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives” and write blog posts for the week. All of my favorite things in one day!