I am who I am because God has a plan,
He's predestined each breath that I take.
In the palm of His hand, I just don't understand
how He knows every move that I'll make.
With His wisdom, His glory, His infinite love,
He has taken root deep in my soul,
still, no matter what choices or plans I may make,
His great plan is beyond my control.
I look like I do 'cause He planned that out, too,
from the curl of my hair to my grin.
If my butt's the wrong size, circles under my eyes,
He still loves what He sees from within.
Why do I act this way, well, God knew I'd behave
like I do since He first thought of me,
which was long before time, before reason or rhyme,
long before I was even conceived.
So what's this, my excuse for a bad attitude,
or the times when I relish a fight?
Or complain to no end, when I'm not a good friend
and I fail to exhibit His light?
Am I trying to say that I've somehow obtained
His permission to squander His gifts?
No, it's my choice to make, every step that I take
is my choice - I decide how I live.
Believing that God created me the way I am, gifts and faults, pros and cons, does not give me license to place blame for my actions on Him or anyone else. I have to accept who I am, who I am meant to be, while taking responsibility for what I do with what God has given me. At the end of the day, I choose what I do with what I've been handed. When people talk about life handing you lemons and making lemonade with them, that's not set in stone. In most instances, nobody is going to hold your hand while you squeeze the juice out. I have, in my life, made lemonade with some of the proverbial lemons, been angry enough to use some of them as projectiles aimed at myself and others, and let some of the lemons rot while I waited for something better to come along. What I'm trying to say is, we're dealt a certain hand - how we play it is up to us.
