I am Marta.
I am an imperfect person made perfect through the grace of God.
I am eight inches of hair lying on the beauty salon floor.
I am a cup of coffee in the Fridley Caribou in January 2012.
I am six young men and one young woman lining a stage in dark blue caps and gowns.
I am the 60 GB iPod Photo proudly holding every song I’ve ever owned.
I am the gray Nissan Maxima that has seen more of my tears than any human being.
I am used Kleenexes covering the floor in LaGrave Church during a prayer meeting at 7:00 am.
I am the creek that runs behind my grandparents’ house.
I am a necklace made of two nails, soldered together to form an Ichthys.
I am a thunderstorm in Holland, Michigan, demonstrating the Lord’s mighty power and unfailing love.
I am the classic Rodgers and Hammerstein musicals.
I am the nights spent in my kitchen with my dad teaching me how to box out.
I am dozens of letters I never had the courage to send.
I am May 8, 2009, the day I said my first swear word out loud.
I am the ninety-one episodes of Chuck.
I am skype calls from Minneapolis to Sioux Center, and then eventually Sioux Center to Johannesburg.
I am the half hour drive to CTV 15.
I am a job interview in Aaron Baart’s office.
I am the carpet squares in Trinity Reformed Church.
I am my favorite blue pen that takes notes in class, fills my journal, and makes notes in my Bible.
I am a forgiven sinner made whole through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ.
I am Marta.