If I was a doctor would You love me all the same?
A teacher, preacher, executive,
Would You give me any other name?
If I moved across the ocean blue to spread Your name’s great fame,
Or settled in a safe suburban town to stand upon Your claims,
Would You love me deeper, longer, truer,
Or compare me, remind me that I must be a doer?
No dear Father, Your word speaks loud and true to my heart,
I’m not what I say or do,
But what I am in You, I’m written on Your heart.
I am a shining star,
A beacon of light,
Your glory rests upon my head.
You’ve sealed me in and hold me tight, never to leave my side.
In day, in night, when I don’t measure up,
When I’m weighty with humility,
You lift me up in the palm of Your hand,
Breathe life and hope into this dry and weary land.
In You there is no measuring stick of who and do and go,
But only love, mercy, and grace
To be, and see, and know.
If I would just remember these truths all the time and not let the annoyances of life fluster and frazzle me. Ah, but life does happen and when it does I am anything but the child adopted and grafted into a good Father's perfect love. But isn't that glorious, too, that I can be reminded to just stand back up. I've had to remind myself of that a lot lately; get back up. It's the last part of our armor...remembering to stand (Eph 6:13). My identity is not about what I do, it's about whose I am. I will try to remember that today.
Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. You're a real trooper.