WHOSE GIRL ARE YOU? The ME God Wants Me to Be, Part 2

Not surprisingly, as God began to teach me who I was in His eyes, He used the little child in my midst to challenge my shaken identity. When Lukas was just a toddler, we often began our dinnertime routine with a silly little game.

“Lukas, whose boy are you?” we would ask as we settled in for a family meal. It was a question that made our son’s eyes sparkle.

Trying not to giggle, Lukas would smile slyly at his Dad, bat his baby blues at me, and announce his answer with a squeal of delight. “I’m Daddy’s boy!” he would say as Rob cheered and I threw my head down in feigned grief.

On another evening, the answer would be reversed. “I’m Mommy’s boy,” Lukas would whisper with a devious glance at his Dad. On cue, Rob would wipe fake tears from his eyes while I blew kisses to my firstborn and applauded loudly. The answer changed with each passing day, but thrill of the game was in watching Lukas delight in surprising one of us with his favor.

One night as we played that silly game, God seemed to whisper to me, “And whose girl are you?” The question rendered me speechless; the answer reduced me to tears. Somewhere along the winding path of motherhood, I had forgotten who I was. From the moment my firstborn had arrived, I began to develop identity confusion. I traded in my status as a grown child and willingly claimed the title of “mother” instead.

I didn’t know it then, but over the course of time, motherhood would strip me of the personal qualities to which I had once clung with confidence. In their place, God would leave a more humble and tender woman, confident only in the grace of her Savior and the truth of His word. And when I finally glimpsed myself through my Heavenly Father’s eyes, I would never long to be the “old me” again!
 
Today’s Treasure:  Don’t be afraid, I’ve redeemed you. I’ve called your name. You’re mine. –Isaiah 43:1