This morning our congregation sang these lyrics: “Rid me of myself, I belong to you.” I had to stop. It struck me that while the intent of these words is to worship God instead of self, for some people the more appropriate prayer is “bring me back to myself.” That’s what I found myself praying: To make me more fully the person God made me to be, so that I can accomplish what he made me to do.
When we moved here, I had a sense that it was for restoration of some kind. Then things just seemed to get even worse. Now I see that God is in the process of restoring me. For way too many years I was a thin version of me. I adapted myself to my husband to the point where I lost touch with myself. (I feel so bad that this is the me my children grew up with. I cheated us all. But I digress.)
So first, God, finish bringing me back to the person you made me to be. Then shine through me into my world, which is really your world. I know I belong to you, that your design in me is good, and that you delight in me.
I reject worm theology. I am God’s precious daughter. To live with the mindset of a worm denies his love and grace.
