I’m a stay-at-home mom because I’m striving to obey God’s calling on my life. He’s given me gifts, talents, and abilities that I steward while devoting most of my time to my family. We prayerfully made these decisions for our family; they’re not a judgment call on yours.
The stay-at-home mom life doesn’t define me any more than my professional life defined me—Christ’s death on the cross does. Staying home isn’t the most important detail about me. My identity as Christ’s daughter is.
Social media is a mess. Everyone seems on edge. Nerves raw after what felt like a prolonged election cycle. Ready to explode when given the hidden signal or somebody sneezes on accident.
My twitter feed has become a water pitcher filled with fear and adult temper tantrums. I get it, people are upset over the Presidential regime change. When you spend 8 years with one President, you are bound to feel shaken. Especially when the newly elected President is Donald “You’re Fired” Trump.
As a Christian it is easy to get caught up in the political vortex, to lash out without thinking. Easy to forget your identity.
Pastor Paul Tripp said it best in his devotional New Morning Mercies. As you go about your day:
“May God give you grace to remember your identity as His child in those moments when remembering is essential.”
Remembering is essential. As Mufasa told Simba in The Lion King, “Remember who you are.”
I want to challenge myself. I want to challenge you. Remember who you are when:
- You are hastily typing out responses to a debate on Facebook
- Your co-worker goes on a political rant
- You feel compelled to correct someone in an un-Christlike manner
There is no need to pass along the negative emotions you are absorbing as you scroll through twitter.
Listen first. Limit your social media time/exposure. Be who God created you to be, remembering that you represent Him, now.
I see many men walking around in mid-life with a sense of yearning for things they can’t get from their wives and can’t get from their jobs, and can’t pull from inside themselves. Having listened to thousands of stories in workshops around the world, I’m convinced that what men are missing is a sense of their own identity; a very primitive and very deep sense of validation that passes from father to son. – Gordon Dalbey
Trying to shave off time on my morning commute, I decided to take another route today. Riding shotgun was a podcast that I will not name. As the tires spun and the traffic lights frequently slowed me down, I began to notice some things:
1. The route I was taking was actually slower. I was going to be late.
2. The podcast I was listening to kept violating the podcast trinity.
– The Podcast Trinity –
Format – Find a format that works and stick with it. Like a bowl of tasty oatmeal, listeners find comfort in a solid format. Also remember that having no format is a format.
Identity – Pretending you are a radio show host will get you no where. You aren’t. While ranting and raving can be an identity, for me, it leads to you being turned off. Unless you are part of that 1% of ranters/ravers that appeals to me. So act professional. Develop your voice.
A few weeks into a job, I came across a situation that was very foreign to me, verbal abuse. I don’t remember exactly what the task was, but my boss repeatedly told me that I had failed.
“This task is so easy that a third grader could do this.”
Then pointing out the window, “Do you see the Fedex person walking by? This is so easy that they could do this.”
Any sense of college optimism I had jumped out the window in that moment. Sadly, I began to let small repeated moments like those define who I am. Lies from the very pit of Hell itself.
Past failure, if we let it, can quickly become a part of our identity.
Failure is okay. I think that we have to grant ourselves the slack to fail from time-to-time. As long as we are learning from those failures, we are golden. Lies can only be exposed by truth. It is okay to fail because you will.