Who Are You?

Who Are You?

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Who do you think you are? The voice whispers condescending in my ear. I know why it was a snake in the garden. It’s something about the hiss.

My answer comes slow and quiet.

On shaky knees I reply, “I am a child of the Father.”

Are you really?

Yes?

Yes.

But somehow the question mark never fully disappears.

I’ve typed out words, scribbled them in notebooks even, on this very subject. This idea that I am, that you are, someone. And not just any someone, but someone with value, someone of great worth. Yet as many times as I pen those words brave, my knees still knock when it comes time to fully believe them.

Believing I am something wonderful when I see all my flaws is hard. It doesn’t make sense. But God didn’t come to make sense. He came to change the world, to change me, to change you.

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I don’t know about you, but I fight change — hard.

None of our fight can scare God away. Not our knee shaking, trembling, question mark declarations. Not our pasted on smiles while the fear swirls like a tornado inside. Not our going to church on a Sunday after screaming at the family on the ride. God sees all our sides, and loves us the same.

It is, for sure, something I will never understand. He doesn’t ask us to understand. He only asks us to believe. Believe in who He says we are. Believe He will be who He says He will be. Believe when it feels hard and when we see the mess. That is our only job: to believe in grace.

When you hear that hiss in your ear, in your heart…Who do you think you are? you can answer with as much trembling as needed. Because it is all grace my friend. You may not understand it, but it is there still.

Answer scared, answer strong….just answer: “I am His.”

 

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Becky Hastings

Becky believes in embracing grace in the messy real of life. At My Ink Dance, she captures hard, uncomfortable, often unspoken feelings and brings light, honesty and God’s truth to them in a relatable way. Becky is a wife and mother of three in Connecticut writing imperfect and finding faith along the way. Read more from Becky at www.myinkdance.com.

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