I am not my facebook status
I am not the books on my shelf
I am not the music on my iPod
I am not the clothes in my wardrobe
I am not the ring on my finger – or lack of it
I am not my weight or height or physical capabilities or disabilities
I am not my pay packet
I am not my postcode
I am not my mother
I am not my father
I’m writing this down because I forget.
I fall for the lie all the time that these things make me who I am – They do not.
My life is hid with Christ in God – The I am.
He is everything I’m not.