Where is the line drawn between my identity, and the things that I want to change about myself? How much of myself should I accept, and how much can I change? How much change can I undergo before I become “not myself” anymore? If I find my identity in my characteristics, then I will be a confused mess if and when those characteristics change. My whole life, I’ve believed myself to be an introvert. Am I really an introvert? Or is that something that I was for a little while and I’m growing out of? This year I’ve realized that I’m more extroverted than I thought.
God, I surrender myself to you. That includes all of my characteristics and mannerisms that I sometimes falsely attach to my identity. You have permission to change me. Even when it hurts, I want to be changed according to your purposes. My identity lies with you; it’s in your hands. Let all feelings of inadequacy lead me to boast in your cross through which I have died. May I find my identity and value in your acceptance, as you love me and have loved me to the point of death. You’re dying to love me. Show me who I am.
