Who am I?

Identity is such a huge issue in our lives, isn't it? It was the topic of our small group this past week. How do we define ourselves? What voices do we listen to. It wasn't the easiest session to get through but it was a great time together as we wrestled with some of these things that define who we are. There was one quote that I really liked this week. I did some research (ok a 30 second google search but that counts, right?) about the author and was not surprised to find out she was an expert on the writings of C.S Lewis :) Anyway, here's the quote;

He is the one who can tell us the reason for our existence,
our place in the scheme of things,
our real identity.
It is an identity we can't discover for ourselves,
that others can't discover in us-
the mystery of who we really are.
How we have chased around the world
for answers to that riddle,
looked in the eyes of others for some hint,
some clue,
hunted in the multiple worlds of pleasure
and experience
and self fulfillment
for some glimpse,
some revelation,
some wisdom,
some authority to tell us
our right name and our true destination.

But there was, and is, only One who can tell us this;
the Lord himself.
And he wants to tell us, he has made to know our reason
for being and to be lead by it.
But it is a secret he will entrust to us only when we ask,
and then in his own way and time.
He will whisper it to us not in the mad rush and fever
of our striving and our fierce determination to be
someone,
but rather when we are content to rest in him,
to put ourselves into his keeping,
into his hands.
Most delightfully of all,
it is a secret he will tell us
slowly
and sweetly,
when we are willing to spend time with him;
time with him who is beyond all time.
-Emilie Griffin
Clinging; The Experience of Prayer
(it's not written as a poem but that's how I read it in my head so...)
Here's the results of my 30 second search if you are interested  http://explorefaith.org/bio/griffin.html

Anyway as I continue the journey of finding myself I take great comfort in knowing to whom I belong.



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