On Fridays over here a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Your words. This shared feast.
GO
Before reading today’s topic I was up on my soapbox talking about raw beauty. When seeing the parallel between my post and the topic I was excited.
I wish I could say that I find my identity solely in Christ. I want to. But that wouldn’t be entirely true. I’m better than I once was, but I’m not there yet.
So where do I find my identity? (Let’s name just 5)
My writing.
My relationship with my husband.
My children.
My work.
My family.
When those things fail me or make me feel less than valuable (which they inevitably will), I run back to the arms of the Father, thanking Him for being my refuge.
I want to do that even when everything is great in all of the other areas! I want to read my bible more and view it as a letter from my Savior. I want to look forward to being able to study His teachings and promises.
And though I long to be in His presence, sitting quietly while soaking up His splendor, I do not seek out the truth in His word nearly enough.
I, at times, make myself an island, hiding behind my computer screen and getting lost in online reading, writing and picture editing.
My identity has been one of confusion and change. However, more and more I see myself settling into the place of my Lord and finding great fulfillment and peace in His sovereignty.
STOP
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
Beautiful post! I am new to your blog!
Thank you so much for stopping by, Ashley and especially for commenting. I hope you find things here that meet you where you are and enrich your soul.
Funny that our two themes are so similar–growing into our identity. It’s hard, isn’t it? I enjoyed reading here today!
Thank you so much for reading and commenting! Yes, it is definitely hard. I think more women struggle with it than will admit. It helps me to just admit that perfection is unattainable. Somehow it takes the pressure off.