Thursday, March 1, 2012
I love Jason Gray , and more specifically, I love this song of his. I love the simplicity of the lyrics - "Tell me, lest I forget, who I am to you [God]". I've listened to this song countless time over the past week or so because, frankly, I've forgotten who I am.
I look in the mirror, and I don't recognize myself. I've never looked like this before, so it's foreign to me - not only the face staring back, but the body attached to it. It's true, I look different, but inside there somewhere is the same person I was a year ago. Honestly, I'm not altogether sure I know who that person was either, but my God does.
He not only knows who I am, he loves who I am. He may not always love what I do-- for instance, he doesn't love that I haven't taken care of my body. In Romans 12:1, I'm told to offer my body as a living sacrifice and that the sacrifice be holy and pleasing, as a spiritual act of worship. Overfeeding my body and thus subjecting it to myriad malfunctions a body can have due to carrying too much weight around doesn't sound holy and pleasing to me. Neither is it a sacrifice. I've failed in this area.
However, the glory of my life comes straight from the mercy of my God. He says to me - It's okay, remember who you are? You're mine, and I love you.
As I peel back the layers of my life, both literally and physically I am better able to grasp the concept of who I am. I'm able to see more clearly that I'm not what I do; I'm more than that. I'm more than the things I do. I am more than what I eat, wear or own. I am me and I have a purpose with a place not only in the heart of God, but in the lives of everyone I come in contact with. I desperately want to make my time here on this planet mean something. In order to do that, I have to remember who I am.