I think I have a wide range of sortof-identities that get very complicated when you swirl them all together to become Christine: oldest child, competitor, only sister, shy, insecure little girl, perfectionist Asian, anti-conformist, emotional musician, old me, new and improved me, new but not so improved me, etc etc. But I think that no matter what happens, or which side of me is trying to take over, God is always trying to remind me of two things:
1) I can’t do it.
2) He can.
And letting Him means letting go of all those selves in exchange for true self: beloved child of God.
Loved. Child. of God.
In the Gospel of Mark, when Jesus is talking to the rich young ruler, Mark records in chapter ten: “And Jesus looked steadily at him, and loved him.” He looked at this proud, ambitious, selfish, but searching young man and loved him.
I think I just about cried when I read that.