April 2, 2011 by Heather Harris
So here it finally is! My first blog post. I hope you all know you’re in for a wild ride if you dare to share in the wonderings and wanderings that make up my incredibly quirky mind.
So here’s what I’ve been wondering lately. What’s in a name? I know, cliché, right? Ol’ Bill Shakespeare asked the same question in “Romeo and Juliet,” but seriously, I would like to know.
I’ve always looked at my name as temporary. I won’t always be Heather Harris. One day, maybe I’ll get married and that identity will change. So what’s the use in growing into it, if it might not be my permanent identity? And if I get married, what happens if my husband dies, and I meet someone new, get married, and my name changes all over again? What’s the point in growing into any name, any new identity? Does my name even have anything to do with my identity in the first place?
As we go through life, we are constantly growing in and out of things, shedding skins, becoming something new, beginning new phases of life. I have been stuck in the same old dead skin for so long because I’ve been afraid to grow out of it. I’ve been afraid to let go of my past and embrace a new me. I’ve been this scared, awkward girl because I am too stubborn and too weak to rub off my old uncomfortable itchy dead skin and grow into my new soft pink skin that Christ died to give to me. What if it hurts? What happens if my new skin isn’t ready to
face the air and protect me from the world just yet? I will always have doubts. I can’t rid myself of this old skin by myself, but that’s where Jesus comes in.
It’s a layer of myself that I have to let go. Layer by layer, I grow more and more like Christ. Yes, it’s a painful and difficult process, but a necessary one that is worth what it takes. So, I am making the decision to let Jesus take my old skin and strengthen the new one. I’m ready to grow into my identity as Christ’s loved one, not Heather Harris, or any other name that it might one day be changed to. I’m excited to see where it takes me.