Lunar Lullabies from a Silver Siren

Poems, short stories, and musings from the lady known as Silver.

Identity Amnesia

 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation,God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.  Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.
1 Peter 2:9-10
 “Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.
James 1:23-24

I finally started getting back to church, and God was waiting.  Almost as though He was trying to make up for lost time, He started speaking to me.  Just to me, because my notes don’t have a blessed thing to do with what was being preached.  And the entire time He spoke, it was entirely on the topic of who I was and what I’m called to be.  Because I won’t lie – I’ve been living like I’d forgotten.

As I’ve said in an earlier note, I’ve considered myself as Silver for a long time.  Well, this Silver needs some cleaning.  I’m reminded of this silver plate I received my junior year of college.  It’s been neglected, and it is in dire need of polishing and cleaning.  And I have no one to blame but myself.

So it’s time to get back to me.  To really get back to me.  To get back to the real me.

I am chosen.  I am royal.  I am the priest of my temple.  I am holy.  I am God’s.

I know this.  I know, and yet somehow…I manage to forget every now and then. 

You know, I’ve actually looked in the mirror before and turned away only to come back to it because I forgot what a particular curl looked like or which eye I’d lined.  And every time I’ve done that it was either because I wasn’t really paying attention or I was distracted.  I don’t think reflection in the spiritual is any different.  I’ve been quite distracted lately, for one reason or another.

Thankfully, the foundation is solid and well built on the only rock that will stand for all time.  Every purification brings me a little closer to Him.  Because like births like.  I am His child now, and I can be nothing else.  It doesn’t feel right being anything else.  Unfortunately, I’m stubborn to a fault and it can take me quite a bit of pain to get back on the right track.  But I count it all joy, for I know that my Father is always waiting to pick things back up where we left off.  There is no guilt, no condemnation, no debt.  There is only the press forward to the prize, holding my Father’s hand as I follow in His footsteps.

Not Alone