who are you going to be?

What’s the question kids get asked this time of year? That’s right, who are you going to be? I can’t remember very many things I ‘was’ growing up for Halloween. I know I was never all that thrilled with the costumes, no matter what they were.

Because they were just costumes. Not the real thing.

And no matter what I wore, it didn’t change who I was.

But the question still begs to be asked, even as an adult. Who are you going to be? Who am I going to be? Am I going to be the busy mom that doesn’t stop long enough to spend time with God? Or am I going to strive to be the person God wants me to be?

Not that I can make myself into anything or recreate myself, for it’s God who is at work in me, for His good pleasure. But still, I can be a negative spirit by not submitting to the urgings of God to stop and listen to what He wants me to do and how He wants to go about recreating me.

And the two most important ways that comes about is by prayer and reading His word. So see, I have to actively say, yes I am going submit to these activities, and in so doing, submit to the One who wants to live in me and recreate me into His image.

So back to the question…who am I going to be?

This is who I want to be.

This is the picture I have hanging above my fireplace. The first time I saw her, I wanted to be her. And I knew God wanted me to be her.

I love her so much. Sometimes I just sit and stare at her. She’s beautiful to me. Not just the picture itself, which is just a signed print, but her. She’s praying and she has her Bible open… because reading His word and prayer go hand in hand. I can’t really experience one without the other. They form a union that binds me to Himself.

And bring me to be who He is recreating me to be.

Her.