We see those whom the media suggests we should look up to and all they seem to do is highlight our lack.
Girlfriend, there’s never going to be a day on this earth in which my house is real estate open house ready, that my delightful daughters choose of their own free will to recite scripture in the backseat of our car and eschew a belching contest and I’m fairly certain that the much touted thigh-gap (what in the world???) is a standard I’m never going to achieve.
But who am I really? I mean, deep down, who is this Jesus girl?
I think that’s where I need the education. Because I seem to have a masters degree in who I am not. But who I am really? As in, who does God see when he looks at me? How does He view me? That’s what I need to learn. That’s what I need to drink in. That’s what I need to have constantly washing over me so it penetrates my very spirit and I start to believe it.
Who am I indeed? Teach me, O God!
And from the beautiful love letter that is His word, He’s already placed the answers before us.
This is who I am:
More than a conqueror.
The righteousness of God.
Born of God.
An heir to the kingdom.
Part of a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation.
The head and not the tail.
A light to the world.
A part of the body of Christ.
Child of the King.
A new creation.
A dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit.
My friend, this is who I am, whether or not I choose to believe it. And it’s without a doubt who you are as well. But the part we need to learn, the part only God can teach is, is that which we find buried in His word and spoken over our lives at the dawn of time.
This is your education. The lesson has been taught. And there’s no test to study for. Only receive it by grace. And live.