When I was a little girl, I used to stare at my hand and ask myself, "Why am I me?" A little profound for a little girl, but I wanted to know. Why wasn't I someone else? Why these parents; why this life?
Because God willed it so (1 Corinthians 12:18).
God wanted me for His purpose, for such a time as this. It pleased Him to give me certain gifts, to look a certain way, to have my personality.
It was all for Him.
It humbles me that He willed me to exist. It never ceases to amaze me that I breathe His air, eat His harvest, and live His life (Galatians 2:20) - simply because His will is for my heart to continue beating that I may advance the Kingdom of God.
Who am I that God thinks such thoughts of me? That He planned all this for me? That He wants me to be a part of His Grand Design? Doesn't He know I'm forgetful? Unfaithful? Isn't He aware that I have a mean temper? Can't He see my selfish streak or that I let people down -- all the time?
Doesn't He know I'm broken with sin? (Romans 3:10)
Of course He knows.
He came into the world to take my sin, to clothe me with Himself and give me His eternal Life (2 Corinthians 5:21).
Again, who am I? Not even a mote of dust before His eyes and yet He condescends to love me with a fervent, passionate, everlasting love. (Songs 8:6)
"Why am I me?"
To be the object of His Love so that He will ever be the Object of mine.
(1 John 4:19)
Forever and always, Yeshua, You have my heart. I love You.
Praise the Lord.