Shawn McDonald for the win!
Lately I’ve been plagued with the question, “Who am I?” I know it sounds much like an identity crisis, and I am only a mere 23 years old, but after this whole last year… I’m left wondering not one, but two questions: Who am I? and Who am I in Christ? There it is…right there. Who am I in Christ? Am I living my life in a way that is Christ like? Do people see me and see the joy and love of Jesus. If not, I am doing this wrong. If not, I need to re-evaluate what/how/why I’m doing what I am doing.
This song by Shawn McDonald comes to mind
Beautiful by Shawn McDonald
As I look into the stars
Pondering how far away they are
How You hold them in Your hands
And still You know this man
You know my inner most being, oh
Even better than I know, than I know myself
What a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
And what am I, that I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I, what am I
As I look off into the distance
Watching the sun roll on by
Beautiful colors all around me, oh
Painted all over the sky
The same hands that created all of this
They created you and I
What a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
And what am I, that I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I
That You might die, that I might live
What am I, what am I, what am I, what am I
As I look into the stars
Pondering how far away they are
How You hold them in Your hands
And still You know this man
You know my inner most being, oh
Even better than I know, than I know myself
What a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
And what am I, that I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I, what am I
As I look off into the distance
Watching the sun roll on by
Beautiful colors all around me, oh
Painted all over the sky
The same hands that created all of this
They created you and I
What a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
And what am I, that I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I
That You might die, that I might live
What am I, what am I, what am I, what am I
Sometimes we forget that first and foremost we are children in Christ. Sometimes we forget (for us women) that we are a beautiful princess created by our great and Heavenly Father. I pray that you all find comfort that our lives are in His hands, He is guiding us with every step, and He is walking along side us every step of the way. We are His. We are his beautiful children. I don't know about you, but I am so thankful to have such an amazing, selfless, and loving Father.
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