Mistaken Identity

photo © 2010 Courtney Carmody | more info (via: Wylio)This week, I have been purposeful in reminding myself of who I am. There are many things that I DO that I have allowed to become such a part of me, that I sometimes lose my way.

It is true. I wear many hats. I am wife, mother, sister, friend, administrator, blogger, counselor, cook, dishwasher, laundress, housekeeper, caregiver.

And the list goes on.

I interact with people on a daily basis who ask me what I do. And I can give any number of answers to this question. Why is it that no one ever asks me “who I am”? But if they did, what would I say? My initial response would be to tell them what I do. I am a wife–I take care of my husband; I am a mom–I care for four children; I am a friend–I care for those around me. All of these areas of my life are worthy of praise. But it’s what I do. It’s not who I am. Yes, I AM a wife. I AM a mom. But even these roles, as beautiful as they may be, do not define the very essence of me.

Do I know who I am? There are days when I am so busy functioning in the roles that God has blessed me with that I often lose sight of my true worth and value as a daughter of the King of Kings.

“For all who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God.¹⁵ So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, “Abba, Father.”¹⁶ For his Spirit joins with our spirit to affirm that we are God’s children. (Romans 8:14-16 NLT)

I have been grafted into the Kingdom of God, adopted into His royal family. God is my Father and I am His child.

“See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are!” (1 John 3:1 NLT)