Our identity is a big thing.
We put a lot of emphasis into who we are. We wear our identity proudly. We want everyone to know our opinions, our beliefs, our aspirations. There are a lot of things that we think define us. Things that we think make up the essence of who we are. Sometimes I wonder about this. What do people think when they talk to me?
Am I the girl who tries too hard to be perfect, whether it’s her words, her actions, or her grades?
Am I the girl who loves to laugh but who also cries easily?
Am I the girl whose lifelong dream is to publish a book?
Am I the girl who sometimes talks too much and other times thinks too much?
Am I the only child, the college student, the dreamer, the geek, the perfectionist, the writer?
Do any of these things define me?
Who am I?
I’ve wonder about this a lot. Over time, I’ve started to realize that no, none of these things define me. They are part of who I am, but they are not who I am.
Or rather, Whose I am.
My identity does not lie in my accomplishments or my present circumstances. My identity lies in my wonderful Savior, Jesus Christ. I am His, and nothing else matters. He bought me at a price, a high price.
But sometimes I forget this.
Sometimes I get too caught up in what people think of me, whether or not I can achieve my life dreams, or if I’m even chasing the right dreams.
Sometimes I don’t take the time to remember that I am a child of God, a daughter of the King.
I need to remember that the point is not what I accomplish.
The point is what He accomplished.