So much of what I struggle with now–materialism, pride, a craving for stability–stems from that year and the years that followed in high school.
They were lean times. Thanksgiving dinners left at the door. Mom’s friends’ hand-me-downs to wear for my freshman year at a new school. Rushing to pay the electric bill the day it was due to be cut off.
All too often, I let all that was spinning outside define me inside.
Where I was became who I was. What we had became what I was worth. How we lived was a reflection of all I lacked.
It took years of God working with me. Years for me to see God’s truth that Where we are is not Who we are.
It took me two decades to understand that my circumstances do not define me.
They test me; they do not reflect me. They surround me; they do not pervade me.
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