I am a woman.
A wife. A writer. A daughter. A sister. A friend. A baker. A reader. A cook. A coffee drinker. A movie watcher. A travel lover. A blogger. A chocolate fanatic. A runner. A health nut. A bath taker. An introvert. A history fan. A tea drinker. A housewife. A dancer. A shower singer. A mountain love. A picture taker. A US citizen. A North Carolina resident. A southern lady. A big eater. An organic shopper. An early bird. A sleeper. A listener. A dreamer. A cookbook collector.
But most importantly,
I am a Christian.
And all of the above are subject to my beliefs. My identity doesn’t rest in my likes, my career choice, my relationships, my hobbies, my politics, but my identity rests in my Creator. No matter what I do or say. No matter who hates me or who loves me. No matter who praises me or who scoffs me. My identity is found in Jesus Christ. That’s my label. And it’s the only one I’ll ever need.
I am His. He is my God. My first and foremost goal is to please and honor Him. He is who I want to be known for. He is who I want to be remembered for. If all else passes away, if all of the above details vanish, I am still a believer. I am still a Christian.
A christian shouldn’t have an identity crisis because our identity is in Him, and He is everlasting. He is faithful. He is loving. He is God.
I am a Christian, and that is who I am.
I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me – Galatians 2:20