Identification is important. Who you are, where you come from, to whom you belong, and the source of your provisions are important things to know. At the tender age of 3, my son can tell you his full name, his birthday, the city he lives in, and his parents’ names. I regularly ask him these questions to make sure he still remembers. I have found comfort in hoping if my son gets lost, this information will help some good Samaritan get him back to me. To think, a small peace of mind for me hinges on my son knowing who he is, and being able to identify who he belongs to. I am aware my comfort in this logic is superficial at best. I also know how dangerous this world is, so I have drilled it into my son’s head that we need to be in each other’s line of sight at all times when we are out. But somehow, he still unhesitatingly chooses to run off and go look at the fish (on ice) when we approach the seafood section at the grocery store. No matter what I teach my son to help keep him safe, in my heart I know I cannot provide any real protection from the consequences of the choices that he will make as he gets older.
For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so that you might follow in his steps. – I Peter 2:21ESV
Even still, knowing who he is, whose he is and not losing sight of the one who loves him unconditionally, protects and provides for him is important. Right now his understanding is that it’s Mommy. He knows I love him, I provide his needs and he belongs to me and with me. As he grows up, it is my heart’s prayer that his identity is no longer rooted in being my son, or even in being an individual, but recognizing that he is the child of The King. That he belongs to the One who created all things and through Jesus he has access to be reunited with God despite his inherently sinful heart. I pray that his identity in Christ supersedes his own ego and self-esteem. To be honest, I still pray this for myself often times. Sometimes the excitement of a new adventure distracts me. Other times something that looks fun or attractive catches my eye, and like my son in the grocery store, I lose sight of the One who is protecting me and I wander off. It’s takes me feeling lost and looking for His hand in my life before I remember that He called me to be His. When I keep my eyes on Him then I can see He is with me, hear Him trying to get my attention and recognize when He is telling me to stop before I get too far away.
As you go throughout this week, it is my hope that this song reminds you of who you are and whose you are. You are the child of The King and are called for a purpose. Happy Monday, and may your crown shine through the light in your eyes as you engage with others today.
For it stands in Scripture: “Behold, I am laying in Zion a stone, a cornerstone chosen and precious, and whoever believes in him will not be put to shame.” -I Peter 2:6ESV
Grace and peace