What defines me?

What defines me?

My church?

My family?

My job?

If someone were to ask me who I was, what would be the first thing to come to mind?

In reality, that first thought would be what truly defines me regardless of what noble things I come up with after putting thought to it.

What should define me?
Being constantly aware of God’s indwelling presence.

As Paul prayed for the Ephesians 1; “that you would be strengthened with power through God’s spirit in your inner being so that Christ would dwell in your hearts through faith”. Paul continues to exhort us that through this heart communion with Jesus that we would fall more in love with Him and come more and more to understand and experience God’s love.

When love defines me instead of life’s demands, I prosper at whatever I do. Then self no longer dictates my decisions. Touching people with love (that is God’s agape form of love that has value for others) motivates whatever I do.

I am better at loving and serving in church than when church defines me.

I am better at loving family than when family defines me.

I am better at my job than when my job defines me.

I can only be whole when love defines me.
And only through an intimate, loving relationship with Jesus can love define me.

  1. Ephesians 3:16-19 (TLB)
    16  that out of his glorious, unlimited resources he will give you the mighty inner strengthening of his Holy Spirit. 17 And I pray that Christ will be more and more at home in your hearts, living within you as you trust in him. May your roots go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love; 18 and may you be able to feel and understand, as all God’s children should, how long, how wide, how deep, and how high his love really is; 19and to experience this love for yourselves, though it is so great that you will never see the end of it or fully know or understand it. And so at last you will be filled up with God himself.

One thought on “What defines me?”

  1. That none of us are alike! I would give my last dollar to a homeless person! I started doing this when I was eight years old!

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