I wasn't made for you.
I wasn't created for your silly ways, and evil schemes.
You are full of pain, pride, and all sorts of perplexities.
Good try, but no thanks.
I have really been thinking lately about who I am, who 'we' are as people, as humans- but for the sake of ease and no hard feelings, I'll just talk about me and my mess here…
I do plenty of things. I act plenty of ways. I'm seen in many different ways.
But, I am not what I do. I am not how I act. I am not some character I try to portray.
I am a child of the most high King, King of the Universe that is… yeah, the Universe- you heard me.
Now that I think about it, why in the world would I want to be seen as anything else before that? Oh, the world… right, that's why. I'm in the world.
How often I think I have to be known as something, or someone. Why? Because in the world I'm in, it's crazy to answer any question about myself as… "Oh, I love Jesus Christ and strive to serve and honor him in all I do… I also love to make stuff."
Well, heck. Maybe I should just be crazy.
Yes, I love to dance. I love movement with music. It's incredible.
Yes, I love to act. I love to interpret words and become and feel like someone I'd never be in real life.
Yes, I love to create new things for the eye and mind. I love to take something old and used and give it new life and beauty and purpose.
Yes, I love to learn, to read, to write, to capture images.
Yes, I love to travel, to find adventure, to tell my stories.
All of those things speak about the way I was made and the passions God gave me...
But those things do not define me- should not define me.
Being the object of the creator of the Universe's affection… Wow, now that is something worth being known by.
With one life here on this messy, beautiful Earth, who or what will you be known for?
"If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."
p.s. The Universe is HUGE, in case you didn't know…