“Somewhere in you is the you whom you were made to be.
We need you to be you.
We don’t need a second anybody. We need the first you.
The problem is that the image of God is deeply scarred in each of us, and we lose trust in God’s version of our story. It seems too good to be true. And so we go searching for identity. We achieve and we push and we perform and we show and we work out and we accomplish great things, longing to repair the image. Longing to find an identity that feels right.
Longing to be comfortable in our own skin.
But the thing we are searching for is not somewhere else. It is right here. And we can only find it when we give up the search, when we surrender, when we trust. Trust that God is already putting us back together.
Trust that through dying to the old, the new can give birth.
Trust that Jesus can repair the scarred and broken image.
It is trusting that I am loved. That I always have been. That I always will be. I don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to prove anything or achieve anything or accomplish one more thing. That exactly as I am, I am totally accepted, forgiven, and there is nothing I could ever do to lose this acceptance. God knew exactly what he was doing when he made you. There are no accidents. We need you to embrace your true identity, who you are in Christ, letting this new awareness transform your life.
That is was Jesus had in mind.”
-Rob Bell, Velvet Elvis
I was sitting in service on Sunday. Similar words flowed from the pastor’s mouth as I sat there listening. I didn’t realize at the time how desperate I needed to be reminded of such things. Difficult to put into words, I began flipping through Velvet Elvis, a book I read during my junior year of high school. I stumbled across this particular section, and I wanted to share it with you. The beautiful thing about journaling is the ability to look back. To read through entries I wrote when I was sixteen. During times when school was hard. During the joys and struggles of certain relationships, and during the months when I was incredibly sick. I have come along way. Years of figuring out life and how I’m wired. Attempting to make sense of why things turned out the way they did. Yes, I’ve come very far and yet, I feel like I haven’t even touched the surface. Our lives progress in stages. Four years of high school proceed to four years of college. And sooner than I would like, I’ll be reading these entries and smiling. Our lives are far richer than we realize.