Casting
Crowns - Who Am I (With Lyrics)
Lyrics
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I, that the bright and morning star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart?
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I, that the bright and morning star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart?
Do you ever wonder who you are? Do you tend to label yourself and
others? I bet you do. More than you ever think you do. I see many of my friends on Facebook;
educated, Christian, moms, dads, etc. that play those little games. “Who would YOU be in a reality TV show?” The little generator then randomly (or not so
if you believe Facebook is always watching) picks people from your friends’
list and assigns them personalities or whatever. “The Troublemaker”, “The
Crier”, “The Drunk”, etc. Right now I see one that is about “Who are you
at your Christmas Office Party” and then they say “Suzie is the one that gets
drunk and sits on the copier”, “Freddie is the one that hits on this boss”,
etc. There are a million of them. I get that they are just for fun but I would
be lying if I didn’t root to see myself come out as someone good “the one with
the GREAT Holiday outfit, etc.” I also am guilty of reading many “self -help”
books and articles to help you figure out “who you are”.
From a young age we start discovering our
identities. We are often labeled by our
place in the birth order, “Mommy’s BIG
boy” or “Daddy’s baby girl”. That is
what I was called. Daddy’s baby. And I LOVED IT! When he died and I was 6, I seem to lose part
of my identity with him. “Luckily…”
there are plenty of other people out in the world who are more than happy to
give you an identity. In school,
especially when you are young, you are often labeled by either your learning
ability “NERD!” or more likely your looks.
“The hottie”, “The fatty”, etc. Everyone in my family (ok not my older
brother) but when I was young, we were larger people. I mean no one was tiny, by any means. We are all of decent height and made sturdy J I had friends around my neighborhood I played
with but never realized that I was “big” until a boy pointed it out in music
class. Phil something. I mean I was 7 years old and I remember Phil
was the one that labeled me big. I even
remember what dress I was wearing. I
loved that purple dress and I had on white knee socks and he was sitting next to
me and said something like “look how BIG your KNEES ARE!” “Your KNEES are as big as MY DAD’S!” Now my Dad had died by this point but I can
promise you that his knees were bigger than a 7 year olds! Maybe his Dad was really skinny or maybe my
knees were really big but point is; I let “Phil” decide I was big and that was
it. Not just BIG but “As big as his
DAD,” big. So in other words I was
abnormal. That is a bad thing to feel
when you are 7. Especially when there is
no loving Father to remind you “You are Daddy’s baby”.
Later in life, on Facebook, and even when
people are being “nice” (I know, I am being very “quoty” today), they will
label you. The “Great Cook”, the “Good
Mom”, the “Cool Mom”, the “Crafty or Cookie lady” or maybe the “Fix it Guy” for
those males reading this.
Why is it we search, no YEARN for an
identity? And if there is no one to give
it to us, do we then label ourselves?
It’s easy to believe these identities, that
others, and even WE, give ourselves.
Point is we are almost ALWAYS wrong.
We are NOT who the Facebook generator, the name callers at school or
even our best friends say we are. God
says we are something else. Yes the
bible tells us who we are in Christ.
(You may be wondering at this point how this has ANYTHING to do with us
going Tiny to Floriga, but if you know me you know I often take the scenic
route so just hang tight and trust!)
The bible tells us,
I have the Greater One living in me; greater
is He Who is in me than he who is in the world (1 John 4:4).
I have no lack for my God supplies all of my
need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:19).
You can read the full list at the following
link:
http://www.joycemeyer.org/articles/ea.aspx?article=knowing_who_i_am_in_christ.
I have never felt “good enough”. I am sure I am in good company in saying that. Even if they won’t admit it, I am not sure
anyone really ever feels “good enough.”
Isn’t that why we think we need big houses and nice cars and fancy
designer clothes, etc.? “Say what you
will about my “Dad sized knees” I have a good job and a HOUSE! Some people cannot afford HOUSES, and they
live in APARTMENTS or shudder, even TRAILERS!”
Yes, I am sure I have had that thought in the past. Why do we get our identity, even WORTH from
what we own? And what happens to that
worth if you rid yourself of all of those things; these same things that gave you your
worth? I am no longer the person with
the good job. Yes, I do still work
remotely when needed and I am very thankful for this opportunity however, I
also know that this may end at any time and then what? I may become “the lady who works at the
dollar store; the one that lives in a trailer and has no house to go back
to”. Am I ok being THAT person? Is that my identity?
Ok so that may be the view from those who
may just meet me. How about my friends,
family and those who have spent the most time with me? Who would THEY say I am? My guess is depends on the day. Again this is something I am guilty of. If someone does something that benefits me, I
am very likely to say to them “You ROCK!”
“You are the BEST!” Do I express same
these feelings after they do something that negatively impacts me? What if they tell me that they cannot do
something I have asked for their help with?
Would I respond with a “So you cannot stop and pick that up for me? YOU ROCK!”, etc. Doubtful.
Therefore, you cannot even trust those who love you and are closest to
you to give you your identity. The only
place you can get your identity, or worth is from something bigger than
you. For me this is the bible.
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