I am not an athlete. I was an athlete when I got pregnant with Goosey but...
Now I am fat.
I am overwhelmed.
I love my house and my children but I am unable to keep up with either of them.
I haven't been making many of my own herbal remedies or soaps, my kitchen could easily be condemned; I am failing at the life I try so hard to live with integrity.
They might seem innocuous but when played over and over in the mind they have great power.
I was thinking these things today and selfishly lamenting when I remembered that I am not any of those things. I am not an athlete, I am not a failure. I am not a success. My identity is not rooted in what I do, have done, can buy, or totally kick butt at. My identity is tucked safely into Jesus Christ. I may feel all of those things, maybe you feel them too sometimes, but we are not identified by any of it. I am a child of God. I am a new creation, I am a work in progress, I am a beloved daughter of the Creator of the universe!
A friend was telling me that when we hear lies the best remedy is to replace them with truth. What lies are you believing today?