Remember Who You Are
I can’t shake this theme lately:
“Remember who you are.”
It’s everywhere.
Even in The Lion King…
And I genuinely believe the Lord is highlighting this right now for the Body of Christ.
I watched a video recently by Gerald Schroeder talking about the “animal spirit” versus the Spirit of God, and something clicked for me in a way I’ve never fully been able to put into words before.
I had this sudden realization:
When we receive the mind of Christ, we are basically remembering who we really are.
Not in a New Age “you are your own god” kind of way.
I mean remembering who we were created to be before sin, trauma, fear, shame, striving, bondage, and the lies of the enemy covered everything up.
When God created Adam and Eve, He created humanity in His image.
Before shame.
Before fear.
Before striving.
Before deception entered the picture.
That design still matters.
Jesus did not come just to make bad people behave better.
He came to restore what was lost.
He made a way for us to come back into alignment with who we were always created to be.
The Christian life is not becoming someone fake.
It’s waking up to who Christ restored you to be.
When the old falls off, it feels like remembering.
That’s why so many people describe true encounters with God by saying things like:
“I finally feel like myself again.”
Because under all the layers of survival, performance, addiction, fear, depression, shame, and false identity, there is still the image of God.
Scripture says we have the mind of Christ (1 Corinthians 2:16).
It says to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God (Ephesians 4:24).
It says to be transformed by the renewing of your mind (Romans 12:2).
Notice how much of the New Testament is about identity.
You are a child of God.
You are the righteousness of Christ.
You are seated with Christ.
You are chosen.
You are loved.
You are wanted.
You are an heir.
You will rule and reign with Christ.
The enemy attacks identity because if he can keep you disconnected from who you are, he can keep you living beneath what God intended.
That’s why depression, oppression, shame, fear, addiction, and condemnation are so heavy.
They try to convince you that you are abandoned, unwanted, dirty, hopeless, forgotten, or too broken to be used by God.
But the Gospel is constantly calling us back into remembrance.
Remember what He has done.
Remember who you belong to.
Remember your first love.
Remember the truth.
Even communion is built around remembrance.
And here’s the part I really want people to understand:
How do you actually remember who you are?
You spend time with Christ.
You make your spirit align with His Spirit.
You renew your mind with truth instead of lies.
You use the Word of God — alive and active, sharper than any two-edged sword — and you proclaim it over your life until your soul comes back into agreement with Heaven.
You stop letting your pain define your identity.
You stop building your life around the worst thing that happened to you.
You stop agreeing with darkness.
You sit with Jesus long enough that His voice becomes louder than fear.
This is why intimacy with God matters so much.
Not because He needs your performance.
Not because Christianity is about becoming hyper-religious.
But because the closer you get to Him, the clearer you see.
And the clearer you see Him, the clearer you see yourself.
The enemy’s greatest weapon has always been deception.
From the garden until now.
Satan traffics in illusion.
He tries to convince people of a reality that is not ultimately true.
“You’re abandoned.”
“You’re too far gone.”
“You are what you struggle with.”
“You’ll never change.”
“You’re disqualified.”
“You are unwanted.”
But Heaven says something different.
Addiction may be something you struggle with, but it is not your deepest identity.
Depression may cloud your mind, but it does not define your worth.
Sin may tempt you, but Jesus has already made a way for righteousness and freedom.
The Christian life is not pretending problems don’t exist.
It’s learning to agree with God more than we agree with darkness.
Because a believer who truly remembers who they are becomes dangerous to the kingdom of darkness.
Not arrogant.
Not self-glorifying.
Just rooted.
Stable.
Clear-eyed.
Free.
The prodigal son did not become a son when he returned home.
He already was one.
He just remembered where he belonged.
And honestly?
Can you imagine what would happen if believers truly remembered who they are?
Not in pride.
Not in ego.
But in sonship.
Fear would break.
Shame would loosen.
Bondage would lose power.
People would stop living like orphans while seated at the Father’s table.
Maybe that’s why the battle over identity is so intense right now.
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The entire sordid story of humans is the story of how the creation has not existed in the reality that they were created in. In fact, as time passes, the creature grows ever farther away from the purpose that it has been given.
Whenever the creature becomes so perverted from its intended purpose that the Creator literally is done with His creation, He rightfully destroys the creature and starts over. He has done so before and is about to again
Yes! The prodigal son never stopped being a son! No matter what identity he tried on, he never stopped being a son.