Sometimes I try too hard to find out who I am. I study myself. I look for patterns in my likes and dislikes and experiences, but the answers I find are only illusions.
Because my identity is hidden in Him. I am His, and nothing on this fragile, transient earth can define me. I am not defined by my talents. Or clothing style. Or my college major. Or the books I read. I am not a violinist, a writer, a bibliophile, a homeschooler, an introvert, a girl with a major penchant for hand-written letters and notes, a telephobic, a friend, a gardener. I am His.
And that is the only answer that will ever satisfy. It's the only category in which I will ever feel at home. Everything else is only a costume for my short time on life's stage.
He is, therefore I am. I am His. I am His. I am His.
"I am in Love, and out of it I will not go."
Because my identity is hidden in Him. I am His, and nothing on this fragile, transient earth can define me. I am not defined by my talents. Or clothing style. Or my college major. Or the books I read. I am not a violinist, a writer, a bibliophile, a homeschooler, an introvert, a girl with a major penchant for hand-written letters and notes, a telephobic, a friend, a gardener. I am His.
And that is the only answer that will ever satisfy. It's the only category in which I will ever feel at home. Everything else is only a costume for my short time on life's stage.
He is, therefore I am. I am His. I am His. I am His.
"I am in Love, and out of it I will not go."
1 comment:
I do that too... :P
"I am His." The End.
I like that last quote. :)
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