“Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are Mine.” (Isaiah 43:1)
Another diagnosis pops up like an age spot on one’s hand. The feelings are similar. Again? Another? Don’t I have enough of these?
When I was in my thirties and my peers were at their peak, and it seemed as if everyone else enjoyed good health. It was like I carried the proverbial knapsack of medical titles on my back as I watched them rush past me. Others where achieving goals like building up a strong family, establishing their place in careers, undertaking ministries that would make a change for the better.
My goals were deciphering medical terms, learning how to pronounce a disease few ever heard of or spell, taking a shower and getting anything else done the same day.
But those long terms and titles are not my name! Was I letting them become who I was? Did I think of Sherry as the ministry she created with her husband? Was Tom first off an executive in my mind? Was Joe a preacher of renown or my good friend with a tender heart?
My friends were not the jobs God gave them, neither was I! It was an aspect of the journey, but it is not me!
The scriptures assure us that God knew us before we were formed; our names are written on His hand. Although He knew very well that these various maladies would cross my earthly path, that is not at all what He sees when He considers me. No, we have a very creative and ingenious God.
He made you and I with many aspects and individual facets to who we are.
We are quick to notice the specialist who sees us a merely the cumbersome wrapping that comes along containing his or her favorite organ or part. Are we any better when we let out illness or pain condition define how we view ourselves? When I look at it that way it seems disrespectful to our Creator to so grossly minimize the complex, marvelous human He made us to be.
Rejoice in you today. God certainly does!
Prayer: Lord, please forgive me for having such a narrow view of the awesome work You have done in making me. I tend to forget how many of my body parts do work right, from the tiniest parts to the major ones–enough of it functions well enough for me to be alive. Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation that is all I really have to have. Amen.
About thr author
Elizabeth Vendley is the wife David, and lives in North Central Michigan. They have raised seven children. Elizabeth has lived with severe Interstitial Cystitis since 1996. Her passion is glorifying the Lord by writing out the lessons He has taught her. She would love to hear from readers through the Sunroom.
When you think about your identity, what are you? What are you not? Do you live like you believe this?
This video, Jadon Lavik sings “What if” taking another look at who we are in Christ. When you are considering, “I am not my illness,” remember whose you are. -Lisa