Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Mistaking Them For Us

What then?

After we’ve discovered we’ve mistaken them for us, revelation can be a beautiful thing.

We put so much importance into the flesh we’re wrapped in. Yes, we need to take care of it; this flesh houses us while we’re living here on planet Earth, the vessel that holds us in, that often holds us back. But, our flesh only defines who we are when we believe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

There are plenty of things society dictates about our worth or about what we can and cannot do, simply based upon what we look like. The catch I don’t understand is that WE ARE SOCIETY!
The color of our skin shouldn’t be an advantage or a disadvantage.

The number on our weight scale shouldn’t decide if we’re capable 
of accomplishing our dreams.

The wrinkles on our face shouldn’t determine our value to society.

The way our backside fits into our jeans shouldn’t dictate a number 
on some ‘scale of beauty’.

Missing limbs shouldn’t hold back our drive.

Scars shouldn’t force us to hide.

Male or female traits shouldn’t cripple determination.

Being a minority shouldn’t limit our creativity or abilities.

Our ethnicity shouldn’t have anything to do with whether or not 
we’re suited for a particular job.

Our complexion shouldn’t decide how much fun we can have.

The flesh we wear shouldn’t determine our limits.

Nor should we allow someone else to define who we are and what we can do.

Yes, I think most of us, at least at one point or another in our lives, mistaken them for us.
We allow someone other than our Creator to create the path for our lives; we follow blind men down brightly illuminated streets seeing nothing for ourselves. We look at a blue sky filled with brilliant sunshine and believe it’s a dreary day simply because someone else said so.

When we look into our own hearts, for ourselves, and see the design that was created there on purpose, the world’s plans for our lives fall away and we begin to discover the power of our own existence.

Could an abandoned child in Ethiopia born without legs, starving and scared; hold the secrets to the cure for cancer?

Could the millionaire on Wall Street, hiding in his ivory tower hold the secrets to happiness?

What secrets are wrapped up in who you are?

Though we love to quote it, do we dare believe it?  -  “For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

Or, instead, do we believe what others dictate about us?


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