Who Am I?
I am currently studying through the book of Amos in @jennrothschild newest Bible study. This morning's reading had me reflecting on 1 Peter 2:10.
It seems as if most of my life, I have struggled with identity in one form or another. As a daughter. As a sister. As a wife. As a mother. As a friend. As a neighbor. As a worker.
It saddens me to consider the many times I fell into a pattern of striving just to feel I earned my identity, a place of acceptance. To be fully, truly known and accepted is what I believe every human being longs for in the innermost places. Tragically, too many times, in my search for acceptance, approval, and significance I have looked to people.
But God. God, the Creator of all things, the omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, calls me His daughter. He lavishes me with love, acceptance, and mercy. Precious mercy.
Who am I that He would be mindful of me (Psalm 8:4)? I am His daughter. I am His people. I am His person because He chose and made me accepted in His beloved Son (Ephesians1:6).
I appreciate Eugene Peterson's interpretation of 1 Peter 2:10 in The Message:
"But you are the ones chosen by God, ... to tell others of the night-and-day difference he made for you—from nothing to something, from rejected to accepted."
Lord, may my entire identity rest in the truth that I am something, someone, accepted in You. Through the mercy and sacrifice of Your Son, You have called me daughter. May this glorious truth penetrate the hearts of all of your precious, beloved daughters.