Let’s get straight to it today without much preamble:
Most of us don’t understand the entirety of who we are. We allow ourselves to be defined by a series of words and labels that describe what we do and our relationship to others. This is not all we are.
Over the last year, I was confused about the labels ascribed to me. They seemed to be constricting and narrowing. They didn’t describe the inner me that emerges when all is quiet and I’m allowed room for my thoughts without distraction of obligations. Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, director, volunteer, employee – if you were to ask me about my duties assigned with these responsibilities and titles, I could rattle them off easily. If one were to strip me of those titles – what would be left? Gladly, I’m on a journey of finding out. To my chagrin, I found this journey involved losing a job, children, and a home along the way.
Living our lives solely by these labels and responsibilities alone is fairly common. It seems we are programmed to do so, and effectively reach a disconnect between the labels and a hinting at something more real lying underneath the surface. This happens to us all during some point our lives, usually at a moment less convenient than we would like. The majority of our identities are often buried under years of circumstances and experiences designed to destroy us and distort our view of ourselves. If we do not properly see ourselves aside from some of our life experiences, we may very well doom our future and our legacies (read: children – biological and otherwise, including our dreams and hopes). Who we are is firmly rooted in who created us for this life and His purpose and design for this life.
If you can’t figure out who you are, how can you identify and nurture your progeny? Mainstream culture teaches us to assimilate, to replicate, to imitate labels. The irony is everyone must conform to some variation of uniformity to be identified, recognized easily. But what if you can’t identify yourself despite all of this??? Contrary to popular belief, there are no two people on earth exactly the same. Yes, we people can be grouped by similar activities, likes, dislikes, and even DNA in some cases. However, no two people are put together exactly the same way inside AND out. No one.
Think about it…the reason death can be so crushing is because people cannot be replaced. Even if their bodies are cloned, their very spirits cannot be. We are so uniquely designed, that there never, ever has been, is now, or will be another you. There has never been anyone who was you before, there is not another you now, and there will never be another exact replica of you in the future – not even via DNA. For this reason, knowing who you are is of tantamount importance! It is the exact reason why Satan works overtime to distort your mind, it is why the Bible tells us so diligently to renew your mind.
The same God who knit you together in secret and knows your innermost parts, is the same one who tells you to renew your mind with His word. Why? Because He’s your original manufacturer, and only He can give you the 3-D blueprint on you. Only He knows the full, unadulterated truth about…you. Intent, design, and purpose. It’s no different than an artist – many people probably have the ability to duplicate a piece of priceless art. However, only the original artist knows and understands the piece. Everyone else is just prattling opinions and hearsay. To really know and appreciate the depth of the piece from the artists point of view, and not really just what you see or someone else’s take on it, you have to know the one who produced it – and be intimate with them.
While my parents gave me the keys to life via chromosomal composition, even they did not know my spirit right off the bat. We are revealed…slowly. Even Jesus Christ, the Son of God, was revealed to Mary. His personality, His quirks, His very humanity was revealed in an evolutionary manifestation, although uniquely. Just like Christ, we grow in wisdom and stature. Not just pertaining to the things of the earth, but also in discovering ourselves.
Monday, I turned 42. Not exactly a milestone, yet I find the odd drive to get to know myself as God intended. I have often asked my heavenly Father ‘Who do you say I am’, just as Jesus asked the disciples. The cool thing is, all of the answers to this question are in the book, the love letter He left me. However, true revelation of how it is tailored to my life is only found by seeking and finding Him. Dogged and relentless pursuit of my relationship with God helps me to be defined by His precision view of my every nuance through the perfect blood of Jesus, rather than my own shortsighted and distorted view of myself through the lens of earthly expectations.
I’m positive I will never know myself as the Father does, but I will enjoy discovering who it is He said I am.