It can’t all be just about this
I don’t have time to just be busy
I don’t want a schedule
I want substance
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’m writing this down because I forget. I fall for the lie all that these things make me who I am.
They do not.
My life is hid with Christ in God.
The I am.
He covers everything I am not.