Who are you?
When you introduce yourself to someone new, what do you tell them?
I mother. I teach. I write.
So quickly, I jump to what I do.
I measure my worth by how well I think I’m mothering. Or teaching. Or writing. Or Christianing.
And I am way harsher with myself than I would ever dare to be with anyone else.
I am my own worst critic.
I read that I’m supposed to clothe myself with compassion. Kindness. Humility. Gentleness. Patience.
And immediately I start judging.
Oh, my compassion is running low this week. Gentleness isn’t up to par.
I go right to the what.
And I skip the why.
Why can I clothe myself with these things?
Because I am chosen.
Dearly loved. (Colossians 3:12)
It’s here that I need to camp out today.
Maybe you do too.
We are not what we do.
We are not our own perceived success or failure on any checklist. Even a really religious sounding one.
Who are we?
We are loved.
Dearly loved, passionately pursued, extravagantly welcomed.
The rest is what we do, but this is who we are.
This is the core of our identity.
And this is enough.