I love being me. I know, I know. Kind of sounds like I’m a little full of myself, but let me explain. I love the life that I’ve been blessed with. And no, it hasn’t all been good. In fairness though, I’ve had far more good than bad. I love the experiences I’ve had in life. I’ve so far enjoyed the many adventures and trials I’ve been a part of. I’m part of a wonderful family. My parents and siblings have been a blessing beyond compare. My wife and daughter are more special than a man could ever wish for. I have very rewarding friendships with good Christian families. I’m challenged daily with a job as a teacher that brings me much praise and satisfaction. I love, when given the opportunity, to preach God’s word at my church and at others I’ve been blessed to speak.
But before you think that I’m narcissistic, understand, I really don’t like me sometimes. I mess up. I deceive. I lie. I sin. I’m not necessarily proud of the man I see in the mirror every day. But I humbly admit that I’m happy with what I’m becoming. You see, I’m a work in progress. I take great hope and comfort in Galatians 2:20. “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
I love being me. But I love Christ living in me more. I love the idea of him working on me and making me less about myself and more about him. I love and honor the fact that he gave himself for me, a person with many faults. God sees the potential in me even if no one else can.
So I will always love who I am. I am a child of the most high God, created in his likeness to do one very important thing… Die to self and live for Him!