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My family's computer crashed, so I was cut off from the internet for a couple days.

I went through (and have not yet completed) an identity crisis this past week. It is confirmed to me that my identity is in the Messiah, and being a part of His body, the family of Israel. The right place to be is in His family. Service to the community of Israel comes in unusual forms. Build an ark? Send away all but three hundred soldiers? Leave my father and go to the land you have promised to me? Lie on my side for 390 days and eat food cooked over dung? I worry that I waste my time, but most of the things I do are really productive and useful.

I possess very little in skills or material things. I feel like a seed that dies and is buried. I have nothing. When you die you leave everything behind. Having died in Messiah, I hold to the hope that I shall also be raised to new life in Him. I want to be a helper to God in whatever work He is doing right now.