
She looks at me, her eyes filling up while her body wastes away from intentionally not feeding it, and she whispers, “This is me. This is just who I am now.”
I feel my heart crack in half.
No.
The new mama talks loudly, over the crying newborn, whispers, “I can’t do this. I’m not a good mother.”
No. No, no, no.
Beat up from years of betrayal, she holds worry, anxiety, mistrust heavy in her grip. She whispers, “I’m not enough. I will never be enough.”
No, no, no.
You are so much more.
You are more than an eating disorder. You are more than the food you eat. You are more than your crazy thoughts.
You are more than your clothes, more than your weight, more than your perfectly shaded eyeshadow.
You are more than your manipulating behavior, more than the angry words you say, more than your mommy-yells.
You, sitting right there, looking at your computer screen. You are so much more than all these things.
You are more than the nice girl, more than the fat girl, more than the skinny girl. More than the smart one, the crazy one, the nerdy one.
You are more than a good mom, more than a homeschooler, more than a house-cleaner and diaper-changer.
You are more than your company title, more than the car you drive, more than your earthly authority.
You are more than your labels, your job, the compliments thrown your way.
You are more than the way you cope, survive, exist. You are more than the masks you wear.
You are more than what you think you’re identity is.
You are more than the sum of your parts.
You are hidden with Christ in God. {Colossions 3:3}
You are renewed, made new, a new creation. {2 Corinthians 5:17}
You are united with Him, one with Him. {Romans 6:5}
And so now, a choice. You can choose to keep living on the island of independence from God where you’ve dug your flag deep down into the sand of self-sufficiency and work-hard and do-good.
Or you can believe who you really are.
You are joined with the Spirit.
You work from within Him.
You are participating in His present, real, truer than true reality.
Your position as His in unchangeable, unmovable.
You can choose to join in with whatever the Trinity is doing right this minute.
He is inviting you, pursuing you, love-whispering in your ear, telling you to jump in, that the water’s warm where He is.
You are His. You are loved. You are wanted. Now believe it. You are so much more than the sum of your parts.
