Who am I when all that held my identity is stripped away?
When who I have placed myself to be for the past three and a half years, could be taken away in just a few short months?
“If the next thing for you doesn’t involve writing, will you be okay with that?”
I hear this question asked of me.
If I do not take stock in living off of words, will I still be able to stand?
It comes back to identity. Where I find my worth. Is it in my abilities? My community? My family and those around me? Who am I, truly, deeply, when what I do, what I associate myself with, is stripped away and I am bare in being and have God alone to sustain?
He is enough. Is He enough?
Speak, my heart. Speak in truth. Are you okay with being, not doing? In stillness, not sacrifice?
Do you know from where your worth is sparked?
It’s not in what, but who.
Rest in this.
My first attempt at Five Minute Friday weekly writing challenge. Five minutes to write on the assigned topic. Raw and unedited. (Yikes!) This week’s topic: Worth.