Juggling plates and wearing a dozen hats… I’ve been there too often. I was contemplating all the titles I seem to collect- I’m a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend… those are obvious. Then there are my supporting roles to consider- I’m a pastor’s wife, chauffer, chef, housekeeper, ring leader, teacher, accountant. And deep inside my soul, you discover the secret, ambitious roles- I’m a worshiper, writer, artist, encourager, dreamer.
In an effort to balance the madness and the overwhelming responsibility, I simply remind myself that above all of this, I am simply His. Before I take on any other title, I claim this first. This revelation is what fuels my ability to be anything to anyone. And at the end of a hectic day, as I discard all the expectations, there is refuge and comfort and more significance than I can imagine knowing that I am simply, first and foremost “His.”
I am His. You are His. We are His. We are His people. Before everything… in spite of everything… we are His people. Here for His glory… for His pleasure… for His fellowship. That should stir up passion in our tired hearts… passion that shouts from the rooftops.
I don’t know why He chose us or why He loves us… I can’t comprehend it. But with thanksgiving, I accept it and want a hurting to world to find the hope that comes from being His.
I Peter 2:9
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light.
