Who am I?

Who am I?

 

What a question to ask yourself, huh?

Don’t worry.  I am not going to wax on philosophically about who I am.  However, I will present a few questions and…thoughts…to you. 

Last Sunday my pastor said something that hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Being a Christian is about loving others.  You can’t love others until you love yourself.  You can’t love yourself until you know yourself.”

Like, whoa. 

Honestly, over the past few months, as I struggle with my work, my friends and the opposite sex, that question has come up in a variety of ways.  I get really down about myself sometimes.  I could be nicer, more giving, more honest (with others and myself), a tad bit less loud, thinner, more content.  The list just goes on and on.  But no matter the laundry list of improvements, I generally circle back to being pretty dang happy with who I am. 

And then the cycle starts over again and I feel guilty for liking, even loving, myself. 

But I think I’ve finally come to a conclusion.  There are definite improvements I need to make and things I need to be better at, but at the end of the day, I was made in the image of God, so I am pretty freakin’ awesome, ya know?  (And just so you know, so were you, therefore making you just as awesome as me.  We should start a club…)

 

Like I said, no deep philosophical rants.  Just trying to remind myself I was “fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14) and that “He who created me will carry it on unto completion until the day of Christ Jesus” (Philipians 1:6).

 

 

So I guess I kind of already know the answer to the question.  I am Kelly.  I am loud, I like colorful things, big words, silly romantic comedies that brainwash me about love.  I enjoy laughing at silly videos, trying new restaurants, lying in the grass on a sunny day reading a book.  I love helping people, teaching people, loving people.  Sometimes I say things I shouldn’t; sometimes I spend way more money than I should.  I love Jesus and want to bear His image and seek His will.  I can be found lying in bed killing time on Pinterest at 4 in the morning or out with friends karaoking in the evening.  Not too shabby, eh?

Well, I know me.  And I’m working on loving me.

 

So I guess the only thing left is loving others.  Join me?