I am still amazed as I sit here and type this, a day later after reading these, while in a fit of frustration grabbing the first thing I could find that might have scrap paper so I could take some notes to prepare for my class last night on our identity in Christ, Victory over the Darkness. These are entries in my journal from 11 years ago. I was 25 years old...not yet 26 according to the dates...I had a full life. I was a teacher, both day and night school, had an active social life, with pretty much my one and only friend who I spent 12 hours a day with because we taught together from 7 am until 7 pm, and we walked together each morning for 45 minutes before school...
and I was learning and growing in Christ at rapid speed. 11 years ago, I was searching for identity...and still I do. It is different, because I have grown and I have experiences that have grown hope inside my heart and I know the Lord is sovereign and I trust...but I am still her. And, I have four beautiful children after crying out because I thought and I'd been told I'd have none. 4...4 (can you hear me screaming FOUR?!)
So much of my identity is in my being a mother. I think God created us with this planted deep inside of our hearts, but it is not the WHOLE of who we are...we are children of God. Our identity is in Christ who lives inside of us. I want to live that truth...and I will, someday, hopefully soon. I love all of the ladies who showed up for my class last night. Love them before I even know them. I was blown away. More than blown away at their authenticity. We are more alike than different, all of us. ALL of us.
11 years...same quest...maybe forever or at least until I reach Glory.
