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Sunday, October 20, 2013

Who Am I?

"Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I, that the bright and morning star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart?

Not because of who I am
But because of what you've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who you are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still you hear me when I'm calling
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling
And you've told me who I am
I am yours

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again?
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me?"

I sat in church this morning and this song was one of the specials.  I have been meaning to learn sign language to this one for a long time and just never have.  I have several songs on my list that I want to learn.  As I listened the lyrics above (from Casting Crowns, Who Am I?), I was reminded that God has a plan and purpose for us all.  And it's bigger than we could ever imagine. I never have to be concerned about what people think of me though, as this song clearly reminds me that I know who I am in Him.  I am His child.  That's all that matters.  Any other label is not important to me. Of course, I want to be good at my job, being a wife and step-mother, sister, aunt, etc., but if I am solid in my relationship with Christ and always looking to Him, then He will mold me into who I need to be for others, with others for Him.  My preacher made a statement about us being a light for others.  I pray regularly to be the lighthouse for God's light to be seen. 

I was blessed these past couple of days to know that my buddy's dad decided to run The Color Run and push my sweet buddy along.  That puts a smile on my face.  I ran that race last year with a few friends and we had such a great time!  I am joyed to know that this sweet little girl gets to experience what it feels like to do such a race.  I have signed on recently to run a virtual run for my buddy.  She gets to pick the miles, then we both get a medal.  I have a headband that reads "In it for the bling", which is only half a joke.  Part of my love for the half marathon distance is the challenge and accomplishment of finishing.  However, my favorite part is crossing that finish line and getting a medal put on my neck.  I am so excited to get to share in that with sweet Sophia.  I actually have Gift of Life virtual run (with a medal) I will do for her at Christmas time too.  She doesn't know any of this yet, but I guess she will very soon.  :-)  I signed up for the Gift of Life Virtual Race before I even had my buddy.  I will be running 13.1 distance just for her alone.  I didn't know at the time who my miles would be for, but I knew God had something planned.  I can't express in words the joy that I have to be able to run for this little girl and to get to send her a medal too is a bonus.  

God has a purpose in everything He does and allows to be done.  I don't think He brings suffering to us, but He does allow freewill in our lives.  Sometimes it is our choices that bring about sorrow.  Sometimes we don't understand why we are going through what we are.  Or why such innocent, sweet, young spirits have to suffer.  But God gives me many promises to stand on and one of those is that He never leaves us.  I was reminded today that it is not always our path that we need to look at to determine if we are were God would have us to be.  Sometimes we are on a really rocky road, or a storm filled path.  But it is there, in our weakness, that God can show us how strong He is.  It is there that God sometimes uses us to help others.  It is there that God grows us into who He needs us to be for a plan He has in progress.  We may not always understand it right now, but one day He will take our struggles and use it to be a helping hand for someone else.  Think about the storms you see on this earth...is there not a rainbow afterwards?  

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