” You must know your identity before you can know your role. “ The recent weeks have brought much speculation and consideration for what the future holds. With only four months left on the World Race, plane tickets are being purchased back to the US (Fort Lauderdale, toward the end of July) and I am left with the question, “What will I do once the race is over?” I’ve been constantly dreaming of New York City. Though I once believed that my move out of the city last year was permanent, the Lord has used the past few months to stir a new love and purpose for a return to that great metropolis. Returning to the city would require a short time at home, to save money and spend time with family, but my desire is to eventually move north. And so, the question of my role and my calling haunt me – what will I do while I am in Charlotte and what will I do in New York? Will I return to pursuing stage management in New York theatre? Will I be involved in some capacity with children? Will I be involved in ministry or business or something completely foreign? But more importantly than my location and my occupation is understanding my identity. Being overseas with a group of Jesus freaks and the daily presence of the Lord for seven months has brought me closer to this understanding. So, “who am I?” The “good Christian” answer to the question is that I am a child of God. But what does that mean? I could spew out countless words and phrases that I have heard over the years that the Bible (and Christian theology) use to describe me. But I am no longer satisfied with these. The characteristics and truths that collectively make up who I am and who I will become are more than some Christian lingo. That doesn’t mean those things aren’t true – they carry so much weight in coming to an understanding of identity. But when asked “Who are you?”, I am learning that the most important aspect of this identity, is that I am the one whom Jesus loves. And that makes all the difference. Woes are fleeting
Blows are glancing
When you’re dancing
Through life
