This makes my brain hurt.

When I was a kid I used to think really hard about myself. I would think of the combination of body and soul that made up who I was, but often I got hung up on the combination part. I would think of myself as either one or the other. Either I am my body, or I am my soul. I always had the distinct feeling after one of these episodes that I was not the person I thought I was. As one might expect, all this thinking only gave way to a massive headache and semi-permanent crossed eyes.
I was reminded of my childhood musings today. I guess I shouldn't call it 'childhood'. I've had these thoughts for about as long as I can remember but it seems to me it's been quite awhile since I've last pondered it. I'd like to say that's because I figured out who I am, but no, I'm afraid that's not it.
I mean, of course, I know who I am. Theoretically. I am me. (Me being a child of God). But it's much harder to think in these terms when considering my actions. More often than not, I do not act as such.  And as any Batman fan would know, "It's not who you are underneath, it's what you do that defines you".
Well crap. Big ole fail for Becca.
Who cares if you're a saint in your heart of hearts, it's what you do that makes a difference.
Sure, I can go on PLIA, work for a missions organization in the summer... But I guess I'm afraid that it's the little things that are the most important. Little everyday details that are overlooked by the vast majority of people.

God is not part of the vast majority.
And overlooking things is not in His line of business.

Double crap.
Maybe some of these same thoughts went through my good friend Death Cab for Cutie's head.