I have not a choice; I must choose Life.

I believe that I know very little, but if I know one thing at this time in my life, it’s that I must begin to remember who I am or I will lose myself and lose a much larger battle.

It isn't about me—and that’s just it. Selfishly I want to possess myself but in order to do that, I have to completely forget my own definition of who I am and sacrifice it for the identity of Whose I am.

Christ died to give me His name, to write me in the book of life, and yet time after time I go back to that book and say “no. I will forget that life. I will selfishly hang onto my own self-definitive. I will cling to death.”

I forget that years ago I looked over the history of where God has brought myself and my family and chose His truth. In that decision, I said that I would literally forget myself and the flesh of my heritage and believe what He has said about me and radically apply it to my heart and let it change my being and very way of life.

But I've forgotten that. I've chosen the crummy-old-me. How ironic, that, such lack of confidence in who I really am now—a person who is now hidden in Christ—can be such an ungodly act? It is wrong and sinful to look upon the definition of my identity and say that it is not enough.

So, selflessly, I must refuse my feelings of low self-esteem and say that because Jesus gave me His life to live, it’s not what I think about myself anymore but what He thinks about me, and to choose differently from that would be to choose death and to refuse Christ.

The Christian life cannot be lived out it in the rags of a peasant, but walked out in the riches of the King. I must choose His life or I will not survive this world, fulfill the new dictum He gave me, or pass unto the Kingdom of the next life with Him.

I have not a choice; I must choose Life.