“Remember who you are. You are my son and the one true king. Remember… ” – The Lion King
So many things define who we are. I am a mother, a catering consultant, a wife, an employee, a daughter, a friend. I am part of a family, a company, a church, another church. Each week, I get kids up for school, drive them to school, go to work, put in 8 1/2 hours, pick kids up, make supper, workout on my treadmill.
Amid the hustle and bustle I so often forget who I am, what ultimately defines me. I am a daughter of the one true King. Why should I fear? Why should I worry? Why do I strive?
Do I remember where I have come from? “But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.” 1 Peter 2:9-10
Sometimes I think I forget so much… and remember so little.
(Disclaimer: although I do the things I mentioned at the top concerning my kids & home each week, I don’t do them every day; my husband & I share the responsibilities – he’s awesome!)