Who am I?

Questions flood my mind of who I am.

Do I know?

I thought I did.

But then I get reminded of the things I've done.

The things I'm doing.

My heart is in the right place

But my words come out wrong and sting the ones I love the most

Will I regain their trust again?

Will I ever move beyond this?

The real me is:

God-fearing

Satan-stomping

Created in His image so DO NOT say I am not beautiful

His

Taken in by His love

Captivated by His glory

Redeemed by His blood

Given grace eternally

Dead to self

And longing for more of Him

That's what He tells me I am.

For I am His.

I am my beloved and He is mine.

So why this doubt? Does this flesh of mine still overtake the heart of His in me? My words aren't empty and I speak the truth...but do my words need to be eaten?

God, reveal to me again the real me I know I am in you. The God-fearing, Satan-stomping woman who was created in Your image, redeemed by Your blood, given grace eternally, died to live, is captivated by Your glory, taken in by Your love, and YOURS. Just YOURS.

And for tonight, hold me in Your arms. Just for tonight. And for tomorrow, if I seek that same request, don't deny me, oh Lord, You won't deny me. My comfort forever, my hiding place, my rock. This is what I cling to, this is what I long for. And this is where I find the real me.

(yeah....it is a tad corny....)