Who am I?
They say I’m the woman who teaches Sabbath school, the “list lady.” I want to learn how you study, how you spend time with God.
Yet who am I?
They say I’m Mollie’s “successor,” stepping into her shoes, while never being able to truly fill them. Organizing people, overseeing departments, operating a ministry. I want to learn how you operate, how you lead.
But who am I?
They say I’m a wife, not a mom; a daughter, sister, friend, author, woman of faith. I want to learn how you balance life, how you share God’s Word with others.
Yet at the end of the day the question remains. Who am I?
Am I a Bible teacher or a student, some days with more questions than answers?
Am I a leader or a follower, especially on the foggy, misty days?
Do I always follow Christ, or sometimes walk in the way of my own choosing?
Do I represent Him? Do I surrender when He calls for my heart? Do I truly long for His presence?
Who am I?
Others’ perceptions are one thing, but only I know what lies inside. I know the broken days, the lonely days, the questions. I know the doubts the enemy hurls my way and the taste of fear. I know the struggles and victories, the battles fought and won, and especially the way my God walks this path with me.
Who am I? I suppose that question doesn’t even really matter. You see, it’s not so important who I am as whose I am. Whom do I belong to? I am God’s daughter, loved simply because He created me and bestowed His love upon me, not for what I can do. Cherished by Him, no matter what. Forgiven and cleansed, and in the process of being made new.
You see, an outside perspective of you and me matters little. And the inside perspective of ourselves matters even less. The only thing that counts is what God says of me. And not just what He says, but that I internalize it, know it, own it.
I don’t have to live in fear. I don’t have to walk in failure. I can be set free from the expectations of others and the criticism of myself. I don’t have to focus on others’ thoughts or opinions. I don’t have to wallow in my own. I can turn my attention to Jesus, and discover what He thinks of me. What about you? Who are you? And even more important, whose are you?
