For about the past 6 months, I have been swishing Philippians through my soul like I used to swish jello through my teeth turning it into colored sugar-water. One of the benefits of praying, thinking, and at times lurching after a book that's inspired by the Holy Spirit is phrases reach out and grab you. Here's one:
"...but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me His own" (3.12).
I am His own. I am HIS own. I am HIS OWN. His. I am His. I am His own.
And it liberates me to live differently. I don't have to live so I will be His own (because I already am). I don't have to try to do the dance to get the approval of a man. I am God's own. I don't have to seek the applause of the crowd or the cheers of the bystanders. I am His own.
But it also gives me something to live for. I live from the place of being God's own. I live for the things that Jesus Christ is about. I live for the things He cares about. I live for getting to make a difference and impact in this world while I'm here.
But so many live for something so they can find an identity. Which are you?
But that's just me thinking thoughts...