This morning, I did something that I haven’t done in a long, long time.
I co-led worship in front of about 80 people, alongside my friend Mel on the keys, and Sue and HannaMarie on vocals.
The events of the past day or so have been oddly connected on one topic: Identity.
Last night at Student Impact, Pat talked about the importance of having our identity rooted in Christ, and Christ alone. Through listening to his talk and leading small group, I came to realize that not everything I do is rooted in Christ…and that came to a head when I co-led this morning. I realized afterwards that I was waiting for people to come tell me how wonderful I did, like I needed to hear every word and eat it for dinner…then I caught myself.
How often do I rely on the praise of others instead of being secure in who God has told me I am?
More often than not, I fall into this rut. It is frustrating, to be sure. But, there is comfort in knowing that even though I am imperfect and frequently place my identity in things, positions, or traits, God still loves me. I told my small group girls last night that finding identity in Christ is never a process that one simply “arrives” at the finish line.
This is wonderful, yet terrible. It is wonderful in that I can know that there is always something new to find or work on – there is always a new adventure to be had and new traits to discover. It is terrible in that it isn’t a process where I can check off progress on a neat to-do list.
But through it all, I can take comfort in knowing that God is with me through it all. He doesn’t expect me to be perfect, he just expects me to come…just as I am.
It reminds me of one of the songs we sang today:
“You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us.”
– Gungor, “Beautiful Things”