I’ve honestly always thought that sermon series, girl books and conferences about “finding your identity in Jesus” were stupid, boring and repetitive.
“Don’t these women get it yet?,” I always thought.
Oh, how wrong of me to think those thoughts, to dismiss the important lessons that needed to sink into my heart.
If you’ve read any of my previous posts, you know that I’m a PK. And I’m in the minority that has always loved it. I’m grateful for loving, gospel-centered parents who always taught me that my beauty is because of the Lord, and that my identity is found in Christ.
I’m confident in my identity, which is why conferences and such sometimes annoy me (which they shouldn’t; I’m working on it!). But that doesn’t mean that it’s not hard sometimes. It’s like the gospel–I need to preach it to myself every day. It’s not a “one and done” thing. I struggle. I hurt. I feel inadequate. Yet, when the Lord is my identity, I don’t have to let those feelings linger for long. As Christians, we are able to claim, speak and meditate on scripture that combats Satan’s lies of insecurity.
You see, Satan attacks in many forms. He targets strengths, he targets weaknesses. If we don’t have God-confidence, then attacks on our identity will shake us. We must have a firm foundation in order to stand strong.
But what is that foundation? Funnily and ironically enough, it’s nothing that we can manufacture. Our identity in Christ is this: “I am crucified with Christ and I live no longer; it’s Christ who lives within me.” Galatians 2:20.
I’m thankful that the Lord carries me. He fills me up. He is my everything. May I live like that is true.
“Hallelujah, all I have is Christ! Hallelujah, Jesus is my life!”