Sometimes we look in all the wrong places trying to find who we really are.
I know I have.
I’ve spent the better part of my 38 years trying to squeeze myself into a form or shape I was never created to be. I bet some of you might relate at least a little. It’s a bit like trying to be an identity contortionist. We might learn a lot in the process but we’ll ultimately wind up all tied up in knots.
(And yes that is my real age. Every single year has been a hard won victory and a gift of grace, so I’m not shy about celebrating ALL 38 of them!)
I have tried to make myself over to fulfill other people’s expectations, trying to filter who I am to better fit organizational narratives, desperately wanting to find the place I fit in. The group that can be a home. The place where I belong. Where I can settle in and say, “I’m with them” or “I’m a part of that”.
There is only one problem with all that squishing and squeezing and shaving off the edges of my identity. I was never created to fit in like that. Neither were you.
God made each of us an original. To try and become otherwise just to find a place to belong would be to downgrade what we were created for.
I will never find who I most fully am by looking at the world or the people around me. Neither will you. We aren’t supposed to.
Finding who we really are is both an art form and a life journey. We only truly find ourselves when we are willing to lose who we think we are supposed to be.
When I had to relocate to the USA in 2013 leaving behind my family in South Sudan, it was the profound death of a dream on so many levels. It has been 2+ years walking out of the valley of it’s shadow. In the process of losing most everything I held dear, I also lost all the externals I defined myself by.
And that was a beautiful, terrifying, gut-wrenching, amazing gift in very distressing disguise.
Relationships. Affiliations. Roles. Job descriptions. Location. Expectations. Organizational narratives. Success. Future vision. Plans. All gone. Some for a season, some period. I had no idea so many of those things informed and shaped who I believed myself to be.
What I didn’t know when I was eyeball deep in searing loss was what I would find when the flood waters receded: Freedom.
Freedom just to be me. Not defined by a ministry role or an organizational affiliation or spiritual score card. Just me. In Him. Grateful for the tribe of friends He brings along for each stage of the journey. Knowing I can’t look for a model to follow other than Jesus because it doesn’t exist.
You DO belong beloved. If you have been frustrated with never quite fitting in, perhaps it is because you were trying to fit in to the wrong places, like I was. We DO fit. Every one of us. Perfectly shaped to fit into His heart. Everything else will follow.