What
surprises me most in the past year is how little progress I've made in
redefining my identity. I'm still a daughter, sister, cousin, Christian,
wife, aunt, friend and encourager. I don't really consider myself a
journalist right now. I had hoped to still be a writer, but the verdict
is out on that.
I had hoped to be a more consistent volunteer. Instead, I'm as sporadic as ever in my charitable service work.
I had hoped to have some big house-cleaning projects taken care of and new ones started. All I can claim is progress.
I feel more relaxed. I am healthier in many ways, although some aspects of aging continue to tease me.
I am more aware than ever of how much I love my husband and he loves me.
I'm grateful for the past year and for the 57 years of my life that preceded it.
I found myself wondering today, on the plane flying back to Oklahoma from a trip with my husband to Clearwater Beach, Florida, whether I've lost some of my mental sharpness in the past year. I tend to think I have. But then I think back to how exhausted, stressed and burned-out I was. That wasn't healthy, and nothing I tried was fixing the situation. I'm still searching for balance.
Thursday's Upper Room Daily Devotional offered a timely reminder about my identity. It was written by Teresa Coda, who said she had been a teacher but described herself as being "between careers." Matthew 16:18 ("Jesus said, 'I tell you, you are Peter, and
on this rock I will build my church.'") reminds her that Simon Peter's identity didn't come from his work or
his actions but from his faith. She continued: "So it is with me. My primary
identity comes from my faith, from being a child of God."
And so it is with me. It still doesn't seem like enough. And I know it is: God's love for me is the foundation. It is sure. It is real. It empowers me to do and be what He would have me do and be. I don't have to see where I'm headed. I just have to love and trust the One Who is leading me. And I do.
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