We started writing the playbook this week and our first chapter is all about who we are. We started to write down who we think we are without any input from each other. We didn’t have an outline or a template for how to write it, nor did we know what information needed to be included. It was difficult to describe ourselves without being too vague but at the same time trying not to come across as arrogant. We learned a lot about ourselves, what Christ thinks of us, and who we think we really are. Over spring break, we made a list describing each other and went back to see who we think we are vs. what people see us as. The correlation is amazing. So here it is, here’s who we think we are and what our fellow interns see us as.
Kelly Scott, spirited, optimistic, energetic, musical, genuine, wise.
I am what the Lord says I am and He says I am His. I am a daughter. I am created. I am a lover of His presence. I am worthy. I am loved. I am pure. I am beautiful. I am desired. I am pursued. I am set free. I am a child. I am an heir. I am a worshiper. I am wise. I am adored. I am confident. I am alive. I am listening. I am full. I am still. I am accepted. I am poured out. I am lovable. I am cherished. I am secure. All of this is for Him, because of Him, by Him, through Him, and to Him.
In Isaiah 62:4, the Lord gives Zion a new name and says she is no longer forsaken or desolate but her new name is “Hephzibah” (my delight is in her) and “Beulah” (bride). When I read that verse, I know that the Lord is speaking that over me.
My past holds a lot of shame but because of Christ, I am not defined by anything apart from Him and what He says of me. My experiences have certainly shaped me into who I am today but they do not label me. The world has a whole lot to say about who I am or who I should be but I am believing what the Lord says about me.
Blair Marini, compassionate, tender, energetic, hospitable, nurturing, personable, caring.
I am a lot of things- I am a daughter; I am a student; I am an intern. I have been a lot of things- I have been wounded; I have been freed; I have been healed. I have been called a lot of things- I have been called emotional; I have been called nurturing; I have been called joyful. I am not a lot of things- I am not quick-tempered; I am not organized; I am not apathetic. I want to be a lot of things- I want to be impactful; I want to be loved; I want to spend my life fighting the good fight of faith.
Kate Miller, unique, unafraid, witty, artistic, trendsetter, dreamer.
Kate Miller, that’s who I am. I am rarely referred to as Kate without the Miller quickly following, which reminds me that I am not just half of what the Lord has named me. It’s not really the sounds of my name or the girl behind the name that I love so much though, it’s the meaning of the name. In Greek, the name Kate literally means “pure,” while the name Miller is of Old English origin meaning, “one who grinds grain.” My past is full of impure thoughts, words, actions and desires, and saying my work ethic was lackluster is the understatement of the year. My Savior changed that though. He washed me of my sin and clothed me in white. He clothed me in purity. My Savior changed my heart, and placed inside of it the desire to give all that I can for the furtherance of His kingdom. My Savior taught me how to purely grind grain; how to search my heart for His intention, and with that as my foreground, work as hard as He has equipped me to. My Savior has, and will continue to teach me how to view myself with new eyes, how to remember each day that I am pure and forgiven. My Savior has, and will continue to teach me how to be diligent and wholehearted when I take on the tasks He has equipped me for. In Matthew, Jesus tells the parable of the mustard seed where He says,“The kingdom of heaven is like a grain of mustard seed that a man took and sowed in his field. It is the smallest of all seeds, but when it has grown it is larger than all the garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches.” I know that even if I can only grind the smallest of grains, it is beautiful and important to Him as long as I do it with a pure heart. So yes, I am a child of the King and I am a devoted disciple of Jesus Christ. But in my heart, I am what He calls me. I am a pure grain grinder.