In a world were we can easily crave to fit in, it has become the norm to follow after someone else and imitate what they wear, what they do, and essentially become who they are. Last night, I was spending time in the word of God and I heard the Holy Spirit ask, Who Are You? It caught me off guard because He is usually affirming who I am, and not asking me who I am. And to my surprise, instead of quoting scripture, I thought about what I did and not really who I was created to be.
This made me listen to a sermon about courage, and in return, I can see that I
will be am courageous. Every year I make it a priority to analyze evident patterns that help me see who I am. In example, last year I learned that I am very emotional but also persevering. This year, I am observing that I am moldable and willing. How can I choose these specific words to describe who I am? They come from the source I am taking the time to compare myself to—Jesus and His word.
So I pose this question, who are you? Not what do you do, but who are you? Do you know who you are? Are you still trying to figure it out? That is totally okay. There are many things I have yet to uncover about myself, but I have an idea of who I am because of Whose I am. I want to encourage you to take the time to list things that are evident in your life that describe who you are. Set some time alone for yourself without distractions and begin to think of patterns or things you naturally expose to the world. Write it down. This list can serve as an affirmation list when trials come against you, when people label you, and when you are discouraged.
I pray this helps you see yourself the way God sees you. He created you in a specific and unique way that He loves and enjoys. While there are worldly standards that man makes and attempts to achieve, God has already set in stone who we are. His standard is the only one worth comparing ourselves to.
And yet, O LORD, you are our Father.
We are the clay, and you are the potter.
We all are formed by your hand.
– Isaiah 64:8
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