Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis

“Congratulations on turning 65!”

I stared in disbelief at the letter I had just received from a life insurance company. I looked at the envelope again. Yup, it was addressed to me. Sixty-five? That’s decades away! I laughed and tossed the letter in the trash.

Sixty-fivesoonA few weeks later, I got an invitation to an informational dinner hosted by an assisted living community. Then came another letter regarding my supposed upcoming 65th birthday. Each piece of correspondence was from a different source. What seemed at first like a crazy fluke began to hoist proverbial “red flags” in my mind.

Has someone stolen my identity?

Then I looked more closely at the intended recipient – it was addressed to me, but with my maiden name. Memories crashed into my mind like a flash flood. About fifteen years ago, when I was single, my identity was stolen. It took months to unravel the mess and clear my name. I wonder, could this senior citizen mistake be somehow related?

Protecting one’s identity is of great importance, and mine was in question.

In the spiritual realm, a similar crisis exists for every single believer. Our enemy, called “the accuser” in Revelation 12:10, is constantly telling us lies about our identity. He wants us to believe that we aren’t really that different from our old selves apart from Christ.

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He loves to remind us of past sins – or even of present sin struggles. His web of deception can easily entangle us if we believe his lies.

Just as I am neither 65 nor single, I am also not the same person I was without Jesus – and neither are you, fellow Jesus-lover. When the Holy Spirit takes up residence in a believer:

  • He breathes life into a formerly dead spirit.
  • He breaks the chains of addictive sin.
  • He adopts us into His family and calls us beloved.
  • He forgives every sin and cancels the record of charges against us.
  • He makes us more than conquerors
  • He begins a transforming work that He will be faithful to complete.

God defines our identity – not the accuser, not other people, not our feelings, not our circumstances.

Much is at stake here. For just as identity theft damages its victims, so we will miss the riches of God’s work in us if we believe Satan’s lies about our identity.

Victorious Christian living and intimacy with Christ hinge upon knowing and believing the truth. And when we know this truth, astounding freedom will be our reality (John 8:32).

Now it’s your turn! What lies have you believed about your identity? What aspects of your new identity in Christ are most exciting to you? Please join the conversation!

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Contentment…it sounds blissful, does it not?

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I think of resting in a beach hammock – a warm breeze whispering through palm trees, waves lapping against the shore, a good book and a refreshing drink. Peace. Quiet. Beauty. Comfort. Oh yes, I could be content there.

But for most of us, most of the time, reality looks quite different.

My reality looks more like busyness and messiness and overall craziness. And noise. Lots of noise. I often think of Dory from Finding Nemo – “Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.”

Over the last few days, I’ve found myself wrestling with contentment. True to His character, God met me tonight in my place of struggle and whispered this reminder in my heart: “…Godliness with contentment is great gain” (1 Tim 6:6).

Paul, who penned the above verse, also said this about contentment: “I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances” (Phil 4:11). He had learned. It didn’t come naturally to him. He said, “I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want” (Phil 4:12).

I find it interesting that Paul had to learn contentment in times of plenty. I often think I’d naturally be content if I just had (fill in the blank). But Paul knew that things never satisfy. Even in plenty, the human heart craves more. (See Prov 27:20.)

So how can we, like Paul, learn this secret to contentment? As with any struggle we face, God starts in our hearts and minds. When we know the truth, we experience freedom. God transforms us by renewing our minds. (See Jn 8:32, Rom 12:2, Col 3:10.)

Here’s what I realized as I pondered this issue today. If I’m discontent, I’m probably doing one (or both) of the following:

  • believing that circumstances control my happiness
  • comparing myself to someone else.

If circumstances control my happiness, then I am a victim. I cannot rise above the struggles or pain or challenges that come my way. I’m stuck here until something changes – which could be forever, if I’ve experienced loss or been deeply wounded or feel shame over past sin.

If I’m comparing myself to someone else, my focus is misplaced. I’m wishing for what God has given another, instead of embracing the gifts He’s given me – the life, the ministry, the work, the talents, the story… (2 Cor 10:12).

Once I recognize the lies I’m believing, I can capture them and subject them to the truth of Scripture (2 Cor 10:3-5):

  • I am complete in Christ (Col 2:10).
  • God has removed my sin as far as the east is from the west (Ps 103:12).
  • I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil 4:13).
  • God gives beauty for ashes (Is 61:3).
  • God assigns my areas of influence and ministry (2 Cor 10:13).
  • God has given me everything I need for life and godliness (2 Pet 1:3).
  • God richly supplies all of my needs, for my provision and enjoyment (Phil 4:19, 1 Tim 6:17).
  • I have a heavenly inheritance (1 Pet 1:4).
  • God’s grace is enough (2 Cor 12:9).

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The richest people on earth are those whose hearts are satisfied – with Jesus and the gifts He has given.

How about you? Any thoughts on this issue? What causes you to feel discontent? How do you choose contentment? I’d love to hear from you!

 

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