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As a kid growing up I questioned my identity.
Who did I look like? If I had siblings, did I look like any of them?
Did my mom or dad have dark eyes like mine?
Why would a mother give up her child?
When my first child was born,
I felt like my identity was developing.
I held the first being that was blood related to me.
Some told me he looked like me.
Shortly later I met my birth parents.
I looked the most like my dad,
and even more like a younger sister.
But my childhood identity was really with the parents who
brought me up – through the good and bad.
My identity now is so many things.
I’m a wife, married almost 28 years.
I’m a mom to a dozen children.
I’m a mom-in-law two one daughter,
and soon, two sons.
I’m a mom to two children in heaven.
I’m a writer, blogger, book reviewer.
But this all really is not my lasting identity.
I am a child of a King.
I am called His Beloved,
I am valued by Him.
My name is permanently written in His book,
never to be crossed out –
never to be rejected.
Never to be disowned.
I am loved.
I am chosen.
He calls me by name- I am His.
An an ambassador in the Kingdom of Heaven.
This is my true identity.
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Don’t miss my Mother’s Day giveaway . . .
a personalized birthstone glass locket.
Joining Gypsy Mama and her Five Minute Friday.