What Do I Believe About Myself?

Our preacher said something this morning that stayed with me:

“I am what I believe about myself.”

And immediately, I started thinking about all the things I’ve believed about myself over the years.

Some were true.

Some weren’t.

Some were things I decided on my own.

Others were handed to me by people whose words I trusted more than I should have.

And somewhere along the way, those beliefs became part of the way I saw myself.

That’s what makes the next thing he said so important:

The gospel restores what sin distorts.

Sin distorts.

Grace restores.

I can’t stop thinking about those two words.

Because distortion doesn’t necessarily change what something is.

It changes the way we see it.

A distorted mirror doesn’t change the person standing in front of it.

It changes the reflection.

And I wonder how many of us have spent years believing the reflection.

Not capable enough.

Not worthy enough.

Too much of this.

Not enough of that.

Defined by something we did.

Or something someone did to us.

But grace doesn’t ask the distorted reflection who we are.

God does.

And Scripture tells a very different story.

Chosen.

Loved.

Redeemed.

Forgiven.

His workmanship.

Made new.

Maybe grace restoring our identity isn’t about becoming someone we’ve never been.

Maybe it’s about finally seeing ourselves through the eyes of the One who knew exactly who He was creating.

That makes me reconsider the sentence:

“I am what I believe about myself.”

Because perhaps the more important question is:

What do I believe about myself—and who taught me to believe it?

If the answer isn’t consistent with what God says about me…

maybe that’s not an identity I was ever meant to carry.

Sin distorts.

Grace restores.

And sometimes restoration begins by looking into a different mirror.


“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

— Ephesians 2:10 (NIV)

Maybe You Haven’t Met All of Yourself Yet

I used to think becoming meant adding something I didn’t already have.

More confidence.

More courage.

More ability.

But lately, I’ve started to wonder if becoming is less about adding…

…and more about uncovering.

About recognizing gifts that have been there all along.

Potential that was buried beneath self-doubt.

Strength that only revealed itself when life demanded it.

For a long time, I believed the voice that said,

“You’re not ready yet.”

“You’re not qualified.”

“Someone else could do it better.”

And maybe you’ve heard those voices too.

But what if they were never telling the whole truth?

What if there’s more in you than you’ve allowed yourself to see?

Not because you’re extraordinary.

Not because you’ve suddenly become someone different.

But because God has always seen something in you that you were slow to recognize in yourself.

He doesn’t call us because we’ve already become everything we’re capable of becoming.

He calls us knowing who we’re still growing into.

Maybe that’s why Scripture is filled with ordinary people who initially questioned themselves.

They saw their limitations.

God saw who they could become in His hands.

And I wonder how often we spend our lives arguing with the One who made us about what we’re capable of.

Maybe today is a good day to stop doing that.

Not with arrogance.

With gratitude.

Because seeing the potential God placed within you isn’t pride.

It’s stewardship.


“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
— Ephesians 2:10 (NIV)