It’s a (small) reminder that a part of my identity is in
Aaron—I’m his fiancĂ©e, and one day I’ll be his wife.
AH! That thrills me.
Here’s the thing though. I’ve been thinking, and my question
is this: Do I get a thrill out of being identified with Christ? Do I remember daily
that my identity is in Christ? Am I
excited about the fact that I am the daughter of my Heavenly Father, that I am
a child of God?
I’m realizing how important these questions are, because
while I love identifying myself with my future husband, ultimately my identity is not in
Aaron.
My identity is (and should always be) found in Christ alone.
When I committed my life to Christ, my old life was washed
away—I am a new creation! The old has gone, the new has come (2 Corinthians
5:17). I am also a child of God—1 John 3:1 says “See what great love the Father
has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what
we are!”
I am a child of God.
Therefore, my identity should be found in Him.
This world changes constantly—anchoring my identity in something
or someone in this world would be a bad idea. Like C.S. Lewis puts it, “Don’t
let your happiness depend on something you may lose.”
I believe the same could be said about what we place our
identity in.
God does not change. He is not like the shifting shadows
(Hebrews 1:17). Hebrews 13:8 says that “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and
today and forever.”
My identity can and should be rooted in Christ—because He is
my Creator, He is my Savior, He is my Redeemer, and He is the One who never
changes. My identity is the fact that I
belong to Christ. I am not my own; I was bought at a price—that price being
Jesus’ precious blood. (1 Corinthians 6:19-20)
The good thing about finding your identity in Christ is that
Jesus is greater than any circumstance, any situation, any darkness, any
happiness, etc.
He is greater.
Mark Driscoll says this, “Our identity is not in our joy,
and our identity is not in our suffering. Our identity is in Christ, whether we
have joy or are suffering.”
Mmm. I think I need that reminder, daily.
My identity is not in my circumstances, not in my joy or my
suffering, not in my job, not in my family, and even though I love to look at
my engagement ring, my identity is not in my fiancé.