I’ve wondered lately who I am. Weird, huh?
There’s an aching in my heart to be all God created me to be. Right here. Right now.
Who am I? All masks stripped away. All titles vanished.
I’ve changed over the years. But have I changed because of pressure? To be a “Pastor’s wife?” To be a Mom? To fit a mold I’ve assumed others expect?
No answers yet. Just questions. And a longing to see myself the way God sees me. A desire to see Jeremy and our boys the way God sees them.
Not in a box. Not fitting a mold. But a masterpiece. “Knit together in my mother’s womb.” “Fearfully and wonderfully made.”
I want to live that way. I want to see others that way.
Anyone else with that same longing?
Father, give us grace to be fully who You’ve made us to be.
