14 For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, 15 from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, 16 that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, 18 may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, 19 and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.
The Holy Bible: English Standard Version (Wheaton: Standard Bible Society, 2016), Eph 3:14–19.
I used to think that I was made for something great. I didn’t know what it was just yet. But I just knew that I would make something of myself. I’d be a famous rock star. I’d be a famous scientist. Somehow I would change the world. This is what I believed. Wholeheartedly. Without a doubt. It was my destiny.
Years ago, a friend listened patiently as I told her all of this. She just nodded her head. And she politely said, ‘Yes, you are meant for something great. You’re meant to be the King’s daughter. A daughter of Jesus Christ.’ That shook me. What? Yeah. No, I’m meant to be something greater, I thought.
Now, today. What do I think? I am in fact a daughter of Christ. The greatest thing of all. But I am not his only daughter. But he loves me as if I was. I still struggle with thinking I’m destined for something. But now that I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, maybe it’s just a big delusion.
Reality. I think mine is flawed.