Wherein Lies Your Identity?

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“Wherein lies your identity?” He asked, searching the depths of my soul.

“What do you mean, Lord?” I answered.

“Is your identity wrapped up in your possessions?”

“Of course not,” I assured Him. “They’re just things, and things do not define me.”

“What if I sent a tornado and leveled your house to the ground?”

I smile. “I wouldn’t mind too much, so long as we were all safe. We’d get a new house out of the deal.”

“Is your identity wrapped up in your role as a mother?” He challenged.

“No. I don’t think so.”

“What if your children died in that tornado?”

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes. “My heart would be torn, Lord, but I would still be all that I could be for You.”

“What if I took your husband from you? What then? What if your sorrow was too deep to bare?”

A tear hit my hand with a splash. I did not answer.

“What if, after the loss of your family, you were left with no home and no job? What if you had to stand on the corner of the street holding a cardboard sign? What then?”

He paused. I cried.

“Would you still put your identity in Me? Would you still seek to use the talents and skills I’ve given you? Would you still take pride in calling yourself a child of Mine?”

The tears poured down my face and my shoulders heaved. “I want to think that I would. But please, Lord, spare me from Job’s trials. Test me in smaller ways… in the day to day. Let me praise You and learn to be all that You’ve created me to be in the mundane ins and outs of the life you’ve given me today.”

“I was just asking,” He assured. “Remember, you are more than the gifts I’ve given you, and should they no longer be yours to hold, you will still be My child, equipped with the personality and the talents needed for whatever life you may find yourself in.”

 

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