My dad discovered voice notes last year and has fully replaced phone calls with them, He just sends long, unedited, stream of consciousness voice notes sent at random hours. I receive them like dispatches from another world.
Voice note received 6:47am
Dad: (sound of kettle in background)
Good morning. I was thinking about you. I saw something on the television last night about young people and stress and I wanted to check on you. Are you eating. I hope you're eating. Your mother made stew yesterday it was very good. I told her to send you some but she said you live far. I said that's what couriers are for. She said I don't know how to use the courier app. I told her I would do it. I haven't done it yet but I will. Anyway. Call me when you wake up. Or send a voice note. Your mother says you never call. I told her you're busy. Are you busy? Don't be too busy. Okay. Have a good day. Eat something. Bye. (paus It's dad by the way.
Me: (listens to entire two minute voice note)
Me: (it is 6:47am)
Me: (sends voice note back)
Me: Dad I know it's you. You're the only one who sends voice notes this long. I'm eating. Tell mum I'll call this weekend. Also you don't need to say bye and then keep talking and then say bye again.
Voice note received 6:51am
Dad: (laughing) Okay okay. Bye.
Me: (smiling at phone at 6:51am)
Me: (this is actually the best start to a morning)
If you see an ICAN student right now. Hug them and squeeze small change into their hands. These guys are trying. Na last week some of them realize say dey need to read for their exams.
I know a guy that broke up with his gf of 3 months cause she didn’t get him anything for his birthday. He said he has experienced what it feels to have a woman spend on him and he refuses to settle for less 😭😭
There's a lot of bad advice floating around about AI startups right now.
Everyone's panicking about being "cooked" by OpenAI.
I've been thinking deeply about what actually survives this shift. Here's my thesis 👇
Most "AI startups" are just wrappers.
"Jesus was not born on December 25!"
Oshey!
Ogbeni, we are not doing baiday for the Ancient of Days.
We are celebrating His coming to this world to save sinners.
Diabetes was not born on World Diabetes Day. It's just the day we focus on...
Wo, never mind.
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Moses stood before the burning bush and asked God His name.
God said: “I AM.”
Not “I was.” Not “I will be.”
I AM.
Present. Eternal. Complete.
Then Moses asks: “Who should I say sent me?”
And God says: “I AM WHO I AM.”
Self-defining. Self-sufficient. Needing nothing after the statement.
But you?
You complete the sentence.
I am… a failure.
I am… a loser.
I am… a heavy equipment operator.
I am… a nurse.
I am… a pastor.
I am… a mother.
Whatever comes after “I am” defines you.
And here’s the problem:
You’re defining yourself by your burning bush.
Not God’s. Yours.
The thing you stare at. The thing that consumes you. The thing you can’t look away from.
For some of you, it’s your job.
“I am a heavy equipment operator.”
That’s your identity. Your worth. Your reason for existing.
And when the job ends? When you get laid off? When you retire?
You die inside.
Because you defined yourself by what you do, not who you are.
For some of you, it’s your failure.
“I am a loser.”
You’ve said it so many times it became true.
You wear it like a badge. Prove it every day. Make decisions that confirm it.
Because if you’re a loser, at least you’re something.
For some of you, it’s your role.
“I am a mother.”
And that’s beautiful. Until your kids grow up. Move out. Stop needing you.
Then who are you?
Just a woman standing in an empty house wondering what comes after “I am” now.
For some of you, it’s your sin.
“I am an addict.”
“I am a cheater.”
“I am broken.”
And you’ve repeated it so many times you believe it’s permanent.
That’s your burning bush.
The thing you stare at. The thing that defines you.
The thing you can’t stop looking at even though it’s destroying you.
Here’s what Moses didn’t do:
He didn’t say, “I am a murderer.”
Even though he was. He killed an Egyptian. Fled to the desert. Spent 40 years hiding.
He didn’t say, “I am a shepherd.”
Even though that’s what he did. Tended his father-in-law’s sheep. Anonymous. Forgotten.
He didn’t say, “I am a coward.”
Even though he argued with God. Made excuses. Begged God to send someone else.
Moses didn’t define himself.
God did.
And God said: “I AM WHO I AM. Now go.”
Not “Go because you’re qualified.”
Not “Go because you’re worthy.”
Not “Go because you’ve earned it.”
“Go because I AM.”
Your problem is you’re staring at the wrong burning bush.
You’re staring at your job. Your failure. Your role. Your sin.
And you’re letting it define you.
“I am” + whatever that bush tells you.
But that’s not your identity.
Your identity is: “I am His.”
Not your job’s. Not your failure’s. Not your role’s. Not your sin’s.
His.
Created by Him. Redeemed by Him. Defined by Him.
Everything else is just what you do. Not who you are.
Stop staring at your burning bush.
Stop letting your job define you.
Stop letting your failure define you.
Stop letting your role define you.
Stop completing the sentence with anything except Him.
I am a child of God.
I am redeemed.
I am His.
That’s it. That’s the only thing that matters.
Everything else? Temporary. Conditional. Destructible.
But “I am His”? That’s eternal.
Moses walked away from the burning bush and spent 40 years leading a nation.
Not because he was qualified. Because God was.
Not because he was worthy. Because God is.
Not because of what came after “I am.”
Because of who God is.
So here’s my question for you:
What’s your burning bush?
What are you staring at that’s defining you?
What comes after “I am” when you talk about yourself?
Because whatever it is, it’s probably the wrong thing.
Your job will end.
Your role will change.
Your failure will fade.
Your sin is already forgiven.
But “I am His” never changes.
Stop defining yourself by what you do.
Start defining yourself by whose you are.
That’s the only identity that survives.
Follow @biblicalman for more on identity, obedience, and what it costs to build something eternal.
Not theory. Scars.