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Identity vs. Identifying with Something

Someone I care about very much mentioned something yesterday that I haven't been able to get off of my mind.  This person had shown me two statements that were very sad and negative.  They told me that is their identity.  I quickly told this person that it is not WHO they are, but I understand that, at this point in their life, they identify with those statements.

And that got me to thinking since then...who are we really?  Are we numbers on a scale?  Years gone by?  Someone's sibling?  Child?  Aunt/Uncle?  Co-worker?  Are we just those things?  Maybe also a voter number, a social security number and the person behind a credit card number?

I identify with a lot of those things, those people, those numbers, BUT they are NOT my identity.  

I AM an Aunt, a sister, a child, an employee, a friend, an Escalante.

I have a social security number, credit card and bank account numbers, even a house number.

But those things are NOT my identity, either.

Here is where I find my identity:

But I am a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's special possession, that I may declare the praises of Him who called me out of darkness into His wonderful light.
1 John 2:9 

Jeremiah 1:5 tells me that God knew me before I was  formed in the womb and I was set apart.

Genesis 1:27 tells me that God created mankind (ME and YOU) in His own image!

Ephesians 1:5 says that God predestined me for adoption through Jesus Christ, in accordance with His pleasure and will.

And John 1:12 tell me that all who receive Christ, to all who believe in His name, He gives us the right to become children of God.

Who am I?  What is my identity?  I am a daughter of the Most High.  I am the child of THE I Am.  

My identity is in Christ.  I only identify with the things around me.

Identity: the fact of being who or what a person or thing is; characteristics determining who or what a person is; serving to establish who the holder, owner, or wearer is by bearing their name and often other details such as a signature of photograph.

Identify: To establish or indicate who or what someone is; assign characteristics or categorization to oneself; associate someone or something closely with.

I love the part of the meaning of identity where is says to establish who the holder, owner or wearer is by bearing their name and often other details...  

The holder and owner of my heart and life is the One whose name I bear: daughter of the King.  

What about you?  

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