“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.”  ~Chuck Palahniuk



Last week I had my readers ask, “Who am I?” Three simple words. One question. But how easy was it to answer?

Out of thousands of readers, I received only a few responses, but only in private. We’d rather have someone else tell us who we are.

Should others be the ones to decide this, though?

Who decides who we are?

In a fresh way that only a summer breeze can bring, I thought about how God knows exactly who He is. He has never asked the question, “Who am I?”

So, if the One who knows who He is, is the same One who created you, isn’t it reasonable to believe that He’s the only One who knows exactly who you are?

I know there are Christian heads bobbing up and down… Yeah, you’re right! God tells us who we are. Amen!

But here’s my beef!! Christian blogs, sermons, talk shows, articles (people like me), are just as guilty of telling us who we are!

Even if the answers are helpful and true, do they count if we don’t believe them?

Ten wonderful points, with scripture to back each one up, would rank as a successful blog and maybe you’d leave feeling satisfied because I offered tips with easy to follow bullets about who God says you are.

But I don’t think any tip helps unless you let Him tell you Himself.

Who are you?

Did you really ask?

Did you open the windows?

Did you run outside?

Did you talk to the Father?

Did you read the pure Holy words of the Bible?

Did you take a beach towel down by the sea or meander on a path along the way?

Did you lie open, empty, and choiceless as a wide waiting beach?

Only He can answer who you are. Put the papers, books, lists, and good intentions away. Stop digging feverishly in the sand for an answer. Let go of scribblings from the last helpful post on “how to.” Lay back. Drift. Turn over in gentle careless rolls like the lazy waves of the beach.

Patiently wait for the only One to whisper in pure love who you really are.

I pray you then believe it!


(Author note: I purposefully left out any links to past blogs in this post. As much as I love my growing readership, I want you to go find the sun. Of course, come back and visit next week, but this site can’t provide the final answer to your questions, not any other site. God is waiting on the other side of the screen. Run to Him!)

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