Female.
Daughter.
Wife.
Mother.
Friend.
Sister in Christ.
Clerical.
Soprano.
Left-brained.
Right-handed.
All these categories and others that are supposed to define who I am and what I do and how I do them.
Yesterday, I found a link to an interesting website on another blog. The blogger has an interest in entomology and has a link to a site that will identify insects via pictures and descriptions. And every one of those identifications starts by categorizing the critter. It lists habits, and enemies, and just about anything else you'd like to know. Almost any animal website will do the same thing. Zoos worldwide are also on board that particular bandwagon.
But I've also been observing the local wildlife, as it were. And you know what? Herons don't care. Neither do lightning bugs. Or dogs. Or crabs. Or even flowers. They simply do not care what we, in our quest to pigeonhole our world, have decided that they do or do not do, or what their scientific name is, or what genus they are. They do what they were made to do. Every single one of them. They sing, or glow, or bark, or pinch, or bloom (or not) - whatever - just because it's what they are supposed to do. It's how the Creator made them. It's how they give Him their praise - by doing what He has told them to do.
He has told them to be themselves, and in doing that they honor Him.
Why can't I just do what I've been told to do by my Creator? Why can't I praise Him by being how He made me?
