Despite a lot of bluster from certain quarters, I don’t get to choose who I am. I’m not a big Lady Gaga fan, but I am indeed born this way. No amount of wishful thinking (don’t think for a moment that I have never wished for life to be a LOT different) will make any difference. End of that subject.
On the other hand I do get to make choices about things I can control. Some choices I’ve made this week:
1. I chose to stand publicly in worship, supported by friends, to reclaim my baptism and be satisfied that I am known and loved by God just as I am. I chose to do that.
2. I chose to get a grip on my emotions and not widen any gaps between me and the rest of my family. I chose to do that.
3. Every hour, every day I chose not to drink, no matter how crazy the urge got. By golly, I really chose to do that.
I chose every one of these things and most likely more that I can’t recall. Life is too full to worry about the things I cannot choose. Serenity and grace helps me not to get stuck there. Wisdom outside myself helps me to know the difference. Living authentically gives me the courage to make those choices and so many others. And that is how I do it.