Moving Past Gym Class...

OK, true confession time. I stink at New Years Resolutions. I make them every year, and usually 2 days later (or sooner), they are out the window.

This year is no different. I've already had Diet Coke, chips & salsa, and Starbucks lattes (things I usually try to give up). I've not been to the gym yet this week (something I usually try to do), and forgot my vitamin again today. Shoot.

Another reason I am so grateful for God's grace. :)

I will, however, live differently this year. Not because it's a resolution ~ but because I am determined to live as the woman that God has called me to be. I am committed to knowing and believing who I am in Christ ~ and not allowing false labels to define me anymore. Period.

You see, for me, it started in gym class. Many, many years ago.

I'm not sure how you felt about gym class as a kid, but I thought it was horrible.

And the worst part...the picking of teams.

I mean really...is there anything more humiliating then being lined up along a wall, while 2 classmates hand pick who they want on their team.

I can still remember, nearly 25 years later, the pain and the humiliation of standing there – so desperately longing to be wanted – only to be the last one left again.

And unfortunately, I allowed gym class and other childhood hardships to shape my identity – and grew up believing that’s who I was.

It was like I was wearing a name tag labeled...

Not wanted.

Rejected.

I believed no one would ever choose me.

This became my identity, and I allowed these false labels to shape my life.

Thankfully, in 1996 I met Jesus. (Woo Hoo!!)

Jesus ripped off the false nametags I was wearing.

And the false labels weren’t just erased - but REPLACED with a whole new set chosen just for me. :)

And He has new nametags for you too :)

To be continued tomorrow.....