Who Am I? Part One

Who am I? I am ME! I’m a human being, a small pebble on an endless shore. At a young age, I remember staring in the bathroom mirror at my reflection, wondering who am I. My thoughts would drift into imagining how huge is the universe. Of course, at that time, I knew nothing about the Book of Urantia (Earth) much less, very little about God. The Book of Urantia reveals billions of worlds contained in various super universes that continues to expand in outer space; many inhabited and some destined to be. In the heart of our grand universe is the stationary, massive Paradise Isle consisting of one billion spheres of unimaginable beauty and grandeur. Near us are seven evolving super universes which are organized and inhabited. As a child, could you possibly imagine the magnitude of the number of various worlds that are in outer space? I sure couldn’t and if someone told me what I just told you, I would think they were delusional! Hey, I was trying to understand who God was back then. Sure, I attended church. I became affiliated with a number of various Christian religions, but I just didn’t feel it. I always felt there was something missing. It was like trying to put a puzzle together and one piece was missing. Before the age of thirteen, I read the entire Bible looking for answers. My mother had forewarned me that the Bible contradicts itself and I wouldn’t find answers about who is God. Mother had been a psychic and had been easily mocked by certain so-called Christians. She believed in God and believed we would all be judged by him after death. Mother knew there was life after death from a dream she had about her mother, Jane. My grandmother, Jane, had died of pneumonia when Mother was only twelve. Not too long after, Jane came to visit her. In this dream, my grandmother sat on the edge of Mother’s bed and told her that death was only another form of existence. So, yes, INDEED, Mother believed in life after death and knew there was a God. After my mother’s passing, she came to me in a dream. Her and my father, who had passed away a year before her, were inside a large home with wooden floors. Mother was sitting in a rocking chair, something she had always like to do, rocking back and forth. Suddenly, when she saw me, she grabbed my arm and hissed, “Anything is possible, don’t you know that?” In a cold sweat, I woke up and remembered what she had just said. About a week later, I saw a sterling silver ring with the words, “anything is possible,” engraved on the inside and knew immediately I had to purchased and wear that ring as a constant reminder to never give up without at least giving it a try. As for my father, he, too, believed in God. There was a time when my younger brother, Warren, questioned Dad about God. Dad turned as white as a sheet and spoke with conviction there was a God and for us to never question his existence. From the expression on Dad’s face, I knew he had an unusual encounter and why he wouldn’t share it with us was something I questioned! rnOne day I learned the truth about Dad’s experience after he passed away. I will share Dad’s encounter in a future posting. Check out Ms. Oberne’s Work-in-Progress, “The Birth of Jesus and Beyond.” FREE to READrnhttps://www.inkitt.com/stories/640601