I KNOW WHO I AM
You know me. Maybe. For those that read regularly, you are aware that rarely I post an overtly religious post. Everything is spiritual. But I can't shake that which spins in my head. On Sunday, it was as if the cobwebs of distance memories cleared. As a kid, I feel like I always struggled with identity.
I've always belonged, but internally I was, and still at times, very insecure. To some, from a distance, they would question this because of my profession. But the reality is its true. Most of us are in some way insecure. Mine is a ever present abandonment issue. Sometimes I just feel like I don't know who I am.
On Sunday in the 11:15 presentation, DReid shredded on his acoustic guitar. As the band ripped, high above the stage, the words to a familiar song streamed on the screen. I had heard the song before, but I don't think I had listened before. Have you ever done that? You know, heard, but not listened? Me...often.
I read the words to Israel Houghton's I KNOW WHO I AM:
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I was running and You found me
I was blinded and You gave me sight
You put a song of praise in me
I was broken and You healed me
I was dying and You gave me life
You are my identity
I am forgiven
I am Your friend
I am accepted
I know who I am
I am secured
I'm confident
That I am loved
I know who I am
I am alive
I am set free
I belong to You
You belong to me
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So in reality, something so simply, blistered my brain. How in the world can I have missed it at times and forgotten that the King cared. When a King ransomed His life for the child, it says something profound about the kid. But it says something more profound about the King.
Today, I remembered I KNOW WHO I AM.
Jas
