“Will I accept His love for me?” and “Will I relinquish past hurts and failures, and trust God with my story?” are 2 questions I asked at the end of my last post. Boy, I sure would like to give a resounding “YES” to both of those. This is a journey, right? So, let’s go for a walk.
I’m learning that God’s character, who He is, does not change with my circumstances. Also, what has happened to me doesn’t have to define who I am. “Who do you want to be?”, my coach has asked me numerous times. Hmmm, who do I want to be? The question repeats over and over in my mind, who do I want to be?
I’ve been asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”, the question most of us were asked in the early years of our lives. I grew up the daughter of a Music Minister/Youth Pastor, the middle child of 3. I cut my teeth on the back of an old wooden pew. Some of my fondest memories are of playing hide and go seek, in the church, in the dark, while our parents were in choir practice.
Fun fact - My first concussion came during one of those games. Running at breakneck speed to escape my pursuer, I darted into a classroom too quickly and my head crashed into the side of an upper cabinet. Knocked myself out, scared myself, the other kids, and my parents.
Ok, where was I? I recall being asked, many, many times, ‘What’ do I want to be, however, I have no recollection, prior to my current coach, of being asked ‘Who’ I want to be. So I began to ponder the question. Numerous words come to mind; kind, honest, faithful, genuine, gracious, and loving. I now wonder, who does God say I am? And, do I believe Him, not believe in Him, but truly believe what He says about me? Shoot, that’s hard!
Many of the messages I received as child, “Children are to be seen and not heard”, “Don’t feel that”, “Don’t be that way”, “Sit down & be quiet”, “Do as I say, not as I do”, stifled (another fun fact, Stifle is my maiden name) my ability to express myself. Heck, it squashed my thinking about how to express myself. Anger was my go to. I had so much pent up frustration at not being heard, not having the freedom to say my peace, and receiving messages that it wasn’t ok to express myself. Then figuring out who I wanted to be? Major frustration that led to more anger. Being the middle child, cheese and crackers, I didn’t know who I was, let alone have the wherewithal to figure out who I wanted to be. Where did I fit in my family? Where did I fit in life? In the world? I’m 54 years old and just now asking these hard questions.
I wanted to be athletic and smart, like my older brother, yet dainty and pretty like my younger sister. Turns out, I was all of those things, I just didn’t know it.
My marriage brought additional suppression of my thoughts and feelings of who I wanted to be. Now words like, submit, respect, honor, obey, he’s the head of the household, were thrown at me. The “who” I wanted to be, was subdued even further. As I consider these things now, I’m realizing that my choice was subdued. I’m not sure if I gave it away or it was suppressed or a combination of both. Whatever it may be, I’m choosing now! I choose to accept God’s love for me and clothe myself in who He says I am! Loved, beautiful, a daughter of the King! The next question is a bit harder to answer. Relinquishing past hurts and failures? Trusting God with my story? Slowly, I’m letting go, one finger at a time. As I’ve said before, this journey takes time. Thank you Father God, for Jesus and your Holy Spirit, so I don’t have to travel alone.β€οΈ