Discover the Real You
Discover the Real You
Do you feel like people see the real you? Do your friends and family know your true identity? More importantly, do you?
Today I was reflecting on the fact that it has officially been two months since I quit my job. On one hand, it’s crazy to think that two months have already come and gone. But on the other hand, it feels so much longer; so much has taken place in such a short amount of time.
Over the last two months, friends and family have often asked, “How do you like being at home? How are things going?”
My response is always emphatic. I love working from home! BUT… the transition has been much more challenging than I ever imagined.
It’s not the fact that I am “at home” that is difficult (secretly, I love being alone!); it’s not even adjusting to a new routine or type of work. Rather, the tension I feel stems from a newfound experience of self-discovery. Or maybe it would be more accurate to describe the process as “God-discovery.”
Lately, I’ve been feeling like a piece of marble being shaped by a chisel in the careful hands of a sculptor.
I’m learning a lot about myself: what I like, what I don’t like, what makes me most productive, etc… But maybe the more interesting thing I’m discovering is the real me.
Over the years, my true self has been buried under a pile of socially acceptable expectations that have been thrust upon me by the various cultures to which I’ve learned to adapt: social circles, schools, and careers, not to mention the plethora of expectations dumped upon us by the media and pop culture. But now, here I sit.
Alone. Every day. With a blank screen and a blinking curser.
Nothing is more exhilarating and nothing is more terrifying than to be alone with yourself, sheltered from the influences of the world.
When all distractions fade, I sense the hand of God chipping away layer after layer, slowly revealing the image underneath.
I am reminded of the famous artist Michelangelo, who was once asked how he created his masterpiece, the statue of David. He reportedly said, “It was easy. I just chipped away the stone that didn’t look like David.”
This is what God is doing with each and every one of us. He is chipping away every piece of stone that doesn’t look like the end result. With each strike of his hammer against the metal chisel, He is working to set free a masterpiece that is buried inside.
But here is the really cool part: the sculpture inside that God is working to reveal doesn’t look like you or me. It doesn’t even look like a glorified version of ourselves with the hard lines of carved muscle seen on the statue of David. No, just like any work of art, the end result looks remarkably different than the raw materials with which the artist started. And in this case, the final result that the artist is striving to achieve is an image that looks exactly like Him.
I’m learning to yield in His hands. I’m allowing the pieces to be chipped away. I am willing to crumble. Are you?
‘In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.’—Michelangelo