Recently a friend of mine (and an amazing Life Coach), was doing some research and asked me a very powerful question. A question that in the moment the answer seemed so clear.
“What is the #1 thing that propelled you forward to walk in freedom in Christ?”
I was preoccupied with the tasks of Mom-life when she text me, and was only able to quickly answer her question with a short paragraph that basically stated:
“What propelled me to walk in FREEDOM was knowing my identity, and knowing WHO I AM in Christ.“
One of the ways God used this precious friend, at least in my life, was like a chisel (used to cut or shape wood, stone, metal, or other HARD materials). He gave her something tiny to speak, and that WORD/QUESTION became a CHISEL that He used to begin lightly tapping away at, deep inside my heart.
Isn’t that what friends should be? Chisels NOT hammers for God to use as He’s sculpting us into His beautiful masterpiece.
**STOP Chisel time. **
For weeks I heard the sound of the taps as He gently hit the chisel on my heart, and the sounds cried out “Let freedom ring”.
My heart began to meditate on freedom and the meaning of the word. (independence, self-government, self-rule, home rule, separation, self-determination, sovereignty, autonomy, and liberty)
It burdened my soul, how much “self” was required in that definition for one to be FREE.
I knew that KNOWING my identity, was where I found freedom, but this definition was placing the security of all that directly back at me. A place I knew wasn’t capable of sustaining any freedom at all. I’d tried. Alone, I was a place of insecurity, of failure, disappointment and imperfection. And here I was in my prophetic year of freedom, with bondage once again staring back at me. I felt the tears of frustration and anger begin running down my face. In my sorrow, I glance down at the word ‘FREE’ I just had tattooed on my arm. I could feel my face scrunching up in disgust at the hypocrisy of this ink. So, with clawed fingers I quickly begin covering up the word free. I want to hide the fact it even exists. Because clearly, there’s no freedom here living within me.
“ Lord. HELP ME!!! Now shame is returning too!”
In desperation, I fall to my knees and cry out, “Father, how has my identity so quickly begun to slip away? When YOU SAY, ‘what the son sets free is free indeed?’ How can I so easily fall back into this captivity? ABBA, tell me what to do.”
Stop. Chisel Time.
**TAP*** TAP*** as gently the chisel moves.. deeper, and deeper into my heart.
For the next week, every morning I declare over myself, who HE says I am, “I am chosen, not forsaken. I am who you say I am. I am worthy. I am the head and not the tail….(the list is so lovingly long). Yet every time I glance down at my arm, I still so desperately want to claw the word ‘FREE’ off of me. Because I know it’s such a lie. I can say all those things He says about me, but I know who I am inside. And with ME there’s no place for freedom to reside.
Stop. Chisel Time.
***tap***tap***tap**** I’m growing raw from
the gentle taps…almost down to a TENDER PLACE. Any more chisel here and it might just BREAK THROUGH………
And it does.
His answer to my prayer comes straight from a journal entry I wrote on the 4th of July a few years ago. He’s so good at guiding our steps. I was not seeking freedom in finding that entry. What I was seeking was completely irrelevant to what He was going to say-to me, and THROUGH ME, yet all at once would AGAIN SET ME FREE!
Here is the entry:
“The problem is that freedom was never free….Jesus shed His blood for it on a tree…but it wasn’t freedom like the world perceives…it was freedom from sin..from shame….from SELF RULE….all so we could find DEPENDENCE on THE KING. Today and always…when I scream LET FREEDOM RING….the world might see RED, WHITE and BLUE…..but my prayer Abba….is that for FREEDOM, I ALWAYS LOOK TO YOU!”
Stop. Chisel Time.
********TAP! (Insert rush of water as FREEDOM FLOODS MY ONCE PRIDEFUL SOUL)
My identity is not in knowing WHO I am, but WHOSE I am.
WHO I am changes. It moves and shifts as the battle rages between the war of the spirit and the flesh. BUT- WHO HE IS remains the same. And HE is the great I AM. In Him I am free and forever I AM safe in His hands.
“I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand. John 10:28”
- YHWH-Yireh — “I AM—PROVIDED FOR” (Genesis 22:13-14)
- YHWH-Rapha — “I AM—-HEALED” (Exodus 15:26)
- YHWH-Niss”i — “I AM A BANNER” (Exodus 17:8-15)
- YHWH-Shalom — “I AM PEACE” (Judges 6:24)
- YHWH-Ra-ah — “I AM THE SHEPHERD” (Psalm 23:1)
- YHWH-Tsidkenu — “I AM RIGHTEOUSNESS” (Jeremiah 23:6)
- YHWH-Shammah — “I AM THERE/ALWAYS PRESENT” (Ezekiel 48:35)
So-Holly…..here is my answer to your question…..
KNOWING YOUR IDENTITY = FREEDOM
God IS my identity. BUT- my identity is not IN Him, but BECAUSE of Him. 🙌