The Essence of God

This morning was a rainy morning. I laid in bed, enjoying the warmth and quiet, and read for a bit while my husband and dog were snoring away. I read, "I am the essence of God." My immediate reaction was, "Wow. That's a bold statement. I don't think that I can claim myself to be the essence of the almighty God." But then I put the book down for a moment and started to think. What do I believe? I believe that I am God's creation. Is not my creation, such as this very blog, my essence? Isn't it what shows me? A painter paints his very essence when he paints a canvas. In that same way could I truly be the essence of God? I think I struggle with this because I am so often broken, unloving, selfish... How could the terrible me possibly be the essence of a perfect, loving, giving God? I don't think that I will come to an awakening in this post. I'm not even sure if I'll ever fully understand what it is that I'm talking about... all this essence business. But I have a lovely, calming feeling that God is taking me somewhere with this.