Don't bro me. You don't know me.
I don’t know about you guys, but when I hear the phrase “Child of God” I tend to zone out. I’ve heard it enough that it no longer affects me. It’s more of a nice platitude. Yes, God is a father figure. Yes, I am his child.
I’m going to leave that alone for a minute.
Now, let’s talk about identity crises. You know how it works. We are happily going about our business and then something happens to makes us think, “I don’t know who I am anymore.” We know how the old us would act, but for some reason, our initial response is different this time. Occasionally it happens because our convictions have changed. There were things we used to know without a doubt to be true, but now, we aren’t so sure. Think political views, recognizing unintentional biases, doubting the importance of presenting a certain image…
We tend to tie our identity to things that can change. We have this go-to list of things of things to identify ourselves by: our job (graphic designer for Tidy Cats), our family (I’m the favorite child of _____), our athletic abilities (casual triathlete), and food preference (BACON!!!! or, vegan).
Which reminds me of a joke: An atheist, a vegan, and a crossfitter all walk into a bar… I only know because they told everyone within the first two minutes.
Maybe we identify with something a little less vulnerable to change. I’m kind. I am caring. I’d do anything to help someone out. If something happens to you to make you bitter, angry, and resentful, who are you then? If you lose your job, your spouse, your ability to do certain activities, then what? You don’t disappear. You are still here. So then, I ask, who are you when everything is stripped away?
You are a Child of God.
You are loved by Him.
Think about that for a second. When you know nothing else, You. Are. Loved.
I was listening to this song that goes, “You’re a good, good father. It’s who you are, it’s who you are, it’s who you are. And I am loved by you, it’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am. ”
The words hit me and made my eyes water. They made me want to put my hands up (but I was driving and I’m super safe, so I didn’t). It was this aha! moment where all the implications of being a child of God washed over me. When I feel totally lost, like my plans have failed, and I don’t know who I am supposed to be in this world, I am loved. And if everything in my life changes, I am a child of God and the core of who I am will remain the same. And that, my friends, was a very comforting realization.
All the love,
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