We often get asked identifying questions when we meet people, even in the Christian community.
What do you do for a living?
Where do you live?
What church do you go to?
While none of these questions are inherently bad, as they help us get to know a person, we have to be careful to not identify ourselves by our job or our location and instead by who we are in Christ.
This Wednesday, I didn’t publish anything. It wasn’t on accident, but it also wasn’t entirely intentional. Thanks to Tuesday’s small group, I was thinking. I was thinking about who I am and how I define myself and how I want to define myself.
For five years, I identified mainly as a wife. While that isn’t a bad thing, I lost a bit of myself when I failed to see the other parts of me. I’ve always thought I had to identify myself by my job, which is why I sought out “high level” positions–I didn’t think I’d be taken seriously if I didn’t have some sort of title. These things ended up clashing, because it ended up appearing I was choosing a profession over my relationship. When this storm hit, I felt like I had lost every aspect of my identity and I didn’t have anything to fall back on. Who was I?
But as I worked to pull myself out of my depression I realized I had to recreate myself (or go back to the base of who I was, really). And as I invested in my faith and my church, I began to identify myself differently.
Daughter of the King.
I started investing in myself then, more than I had before, finding out what I am passionate about, what my hobbies are, and how I see the world. When I did that, I saw that the person I had been wasn’t entirely who I really wanted to be. So I began identifying myself in other, new ways.
All these new ways of identifying myself, from my faith to my external identifiers, have changed me for the better.
I was recently asked how my new job is going, and I gave the most honest answer I could: I have more confidence. It’s not just that I don’t have anxiety about always doing something wrong, though. It’s also that I am more comfortable and confident in who I am and my abilities. The job just made me see that this type of work is what is fulfilling for me and is what God has designed me to do.
So who am I? I don’t have a solid answer for that, but I’m figuring it out. So far, I like what I’ve discovered.
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Who are you? How do you define yourself? What brought you to that definition?