Wednesday, May 17, 2006
"This is your life. Are you who you want to be?"
That's a line from a Switchfoot song. And it's a good question. But I think there's an even better one.
In some ways ninth grade was the hardest year of my life. Though I loved my family, I no longer felt that being a part of it provided enough identity, and I had absolutely no idea who I was or, for that matter, who I wanted to be. I lived with a constant sense of discontent--never completely satisfied. Never 100% at home in my skin.
I had friends. I had hobbies. I had a safe, loving home. But I had no idea what my purpose for existence was. And I didn't know where to find it.
In tenth grade everything changed. And it all started with a question God seemed to ask my fearful heart. "Who made you?"
I realized something that day. God made me, and He made me with a definite plan and purpose. This is my life, but I am not my own. I've been bought with a price. The question isn't, "Are you who you want to be?" It's "Are you who God made you to be?"
Not only did I realize He designed me with pathway in mind, I also understood that he was able to reveal it to me, step by step. I didn't have to know the whole story. All I needed to do was keep my hand in His and let Him guide me.
That was thirty-two years ago. If you ask me today, "Are you who you want to be?" my answer is a resounding, "Yes!" I am His. And that's who I want to be.