Groomed and Grassy Fields

After seeing how C. S. Lewis dealt with this "natural self" of ours, I was immediately convicted of my tendency towards self-importance. Daily I find myself struggling with a strong proclivity to "be" someone and to "define who I am", but as my day draws to a close I discover that I have not changed. God requires all of me, including my very identity, my pride, my "self-made" persona. I am very much like Lewis's grass field that cannot bear but grass when I'm to be a rich and golden wheat field. I can sheer myself down with discipline, with"good works", with appearance, with eloquence, but more is required from me than a haircut. I have to be plowed up and resown. My identity has to be broken and stolen. I have to receive Christ's identity, his seed in my life, from which I can be bountiful for His name's sake. Not mine.