Saturday, May 3, 2014

Who Am I?

Quite a few months ago one of my friends from church invited me to go to a women's conference that was being held at a local church a couple of cities away.  I knew the conference was sandwiched between two of my daughter's birthdays, so I told her I would think about it and then quite frankly I forgot all about it.  Two nights ago a different friend invited me to the same conference.  I figured that this had to be a God thing, so I went.  It was such a blessing.  The church was so warm and welcoming. I went alone since the first friend who invited me was unable to go and the second friend who invited me was helping to run it and was unable to physically be with me at the conference.  The fact I went alone ended up being for the best, because I was free to meet new people.  I met quite a few lovely ladies, but two ladies especially made an effort to sit and visit with me during the breaks.  We exchanged our information and I am looking forward to hearing from them in the near future.

The them of the conference was our identity.  We were given index cards and told to write who we are on them.  I.E: Mom, wife, daughter, writer, etc.  In other words the words that we use to define ourselves. Later on in the day we were given five minutes to reflect on who God says we are.  During this reflection time I wrote this on my index card:

Who Am I?

writer      mother    wife     sister     artist     daughter   baker
Child of God
*I could have added more, but we had a limited time to do this in*

Who Is God?
  • a lavisher of love-grace-hope-promise
  • a washer of the dust of sins
  • a restorer of dreams-purpose-life
  • a snuggler- wrapping us tight in the arms of His care
  • a healer- tenderly stitching the wounds, removing the infection, applying the salve

Who Am I?

I am a promise.

Who Is God?

A promise keeper.

Towards the end of the conference when things were wrapping up, I did something really brave.  During the testimony time I raised my hand and I read these words out loud.  Can I just tell you how much speaking out loud terrifies me! God has been telling me that I am going to need to learn to get over the fear, because He needs my voice, not just my written words.  

As I spoke my blood started rushing fast and my throat constricted. I felt like I was going to choke on each syllable, but I kept on speaking until I had read it all. (I know what I wrote was not very long, but in that moment it felt like I was reading forever.) Then when I was done my heartbeat must have been at least 150 beats per minute, because it felt as though I had just ran the 100 meter dash.  

I am telling you this, because I want to: 1. Be able to remember this step into what God is orchestrating and 2. To let you know that even in the midst of your fears and all the things that tell you just to stay where you are and to quit walking God can still use you.  It is okay to take those steps despite the fear and despite the voices that tell you not to.  

We don't have to be neat, tidy, polished packages before God can move in us and through us.  He can do both of those things right smack dab in the middle of our anxiety, fear, or whatever else might be describing our "midst".

Even if my words spoken out loud did not move another soul in the room, the speaking out of them moved me and that is a mighty step indeed.


  1. Whoa, I'm going to soak in this one: "Who am I? I am a promise. Who is God? A promise keeper." This is so hopeful. I'm incredibly proud of you (I know I'm saying that a lot lately, but it's just true!), for speaking out your words. Hang onto what you wrote here, because it's so very wise: "Even if my words spoken out loud did not move another soul in the room, the speaking out of them moved me and that is a mighty step indeed." True for speaking, true for writing. Love you.

  2. Oh thank you friend. I just love you so much. You are always an encouragement.


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