Yes, I'm...Sarah.

Yes, I'm...Sarah
It was interesting talking today about Sandra Cisnero's chapter, "My Name." Names really do make up a part of who we are. As some of you know, I recently returned from my mission. For almost nineteen months, my name was Hermana Johnson. That was who I was. Suddenly, I came home, and other people called be by a name that seemed foreign to me: Sarah. For more than two weeks, I didn't utter my name, not because I avoided it, but because it never occurred to me. When I knocked on my new apartment door, a new roommate asked, "Are you Sarah?" I, somewhat uneasy, said for the first time, "yes, I'm... Sarah," opening a new chapter in my life, accepting my name once more. But who would I be in this phase of life? Well,right now, I'm re-discovering who I am