Reflections....

I finally did it. I got rid of the tv in my room today. Well, sort of. I need to actually bring it down to the trash, but everything is unplugged, unhooked and whatnot. The only avenue of media in my room is my computer. And my phone, I suppose, but that goes with me just about everywhere. Purging myself of the tv has been a long time coming. I've known that I just need to get rid of the thing; I don't have it on 90% of the time anyway and when I do, I hardly pay attention to it. I'll hold on to it if I want to watch a movie or something. I don't need a tv in my bedroom. A 2-bedroom apartment with 3 tv's seems excessive, especially since I own 2 out of the 3 tv's. Time to get rid of one, I think. And now there's room on top of my dresser for more important, personal things, like framed photos of my family. That's something worth looking at.

One might say I actually have too many pictures scattered about my room on various shelves, but I would personally disagree. I'm my mother's daughter, I suppose, in that regard. But my photos are what makes my room, mine. The sign on my door says "Tiffany's Room" (put there right after we moved in, I suppose to tell people who came over whose room was who's), but it's what's inside that makes it distinctly Tiffany. My room is a reflection of who I am because I put myself into it.

Just as I should be a reflection of who God is, because He put Himself in me. My identity is found in God because He created me and I belong to Him. What a neat concept. I belong to God. I am His and He is mine. Even when I feel like I don't belong or I'm alone somehow, I always have my God and Father. He is always right beside me. I am so grateful to Him for that. I know that He will never leave me nor forsake me, no matter what I've done or who I am. His is the love that lasts beyond a lifetime and I have done nothing to deserve it. What an amazing God we serve!