Who Do You Say I Am?

Who Do You Say I Am?

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.” (Ephesians 2:10
Our identity is important. In fact, Jesus once asked His disciples, “But whom say ye that I am?” And Peter answereth and saith unto him, “Thou art the Christ!” (Mark 8:29)

So, the question — who am I — is a critical one. Indeed, I have spent 25+ years asking myself this same question. Deep down, I don’t know the answer and that makes me sad. You see, I have spent my entire life being meaningful to someone else. For example, I am Janice and Kevin’s eldest daughter. I am Mark, Jessica, Johnathon, and Kathleen’s sister. I have lots of friends so I am often referred to as someone’s girlfriend, their babysitter or hairdresser. Over the years, I’ve taken on a number of roles, and now, I am Doug’s wife and Keagan’s mom.

I’ve also been the quiet shy kid who watches from the sideline. But I have also been the kid determined to encourage and support people’s happiness. This has not changed. As an adult, I still put everyone else’s interests above my own. I’ve been the team manager at hockey, and similarly, the parent in the stands. But really — who am I???

At 36, I know that my favorite season is fall. But as those who know me best will tell you, I LOVE EVERYTHING about Christmas. I have been a Christian for as long as I can remember (even though I have made lots of human mistakes). In terms of career, I wanted to become a social worker. When I was in grade 4, I had already decided that when I was older, I would adopt at least one child. I love family, even when they make me crazy. I love my pets and yes, I’d have more animals if they weren’t so expensive.

During my downtimes, I love to read. I watch soap operas (yes, I know they are bad for me;)). I love the beach and I love going for walks — and yes, admittedly, I don’t do either of these often enough. I love cooking and baking — but not fish. Kids make me smile always. Babies make my heart melt always. My favorite bad food is chips and dip. My favorite meat is steak. My favorite ice cream flavour is soft serve vanilla — unless it’s Cow’s ice cream. Then, I’m all about the pralines and cream 😉 Strawberries are my favorite fruit. Water is my only beverage of choice. I love salad but only if someone else makes it. In terms of my appearance, I love big curly hair and bright, fun colored nail polish. I hate clothes with buttons and stuff on my feet (like socks or shoes…lol:)).

For extracurricular, I love watching my local Junior hockey team play and my son’s hockey games but I have no interest in watching the NHL. I also enjoy watching my son’s baseball games. He used to play soccer (which I mostly enjoyed) but sitting in the rain put an end to that … lol:). I cry easily, even when reading books, watching movies and commercials. No, I’m not tough at all. I take everything to heart. I dream big and live small. I never want to be the center of attention and hate asking for help. I have made bad choices through my life, but in the end, they all helped make me the person I am today. I don’t regret much — well, I do regret not buying chips when I bought groceries 😉 — because by regretting my choices means I didn’t learn from the lesson and become all the better for it.

Still, all of these details about me but none of them really define who I am :/

I guess when it comes down to it, I am the ME that God hath made. He made me sensitive and kind. Happy but most times with a good dose of common sense thrown in for good measure. He gave me the ability to be reasonable, and the ability to see past the bad in people. I am a good wife, a mother, a second mom to many, a daughter, a sister, a niece, an aunt, a cousin, a grandchild, and a friend. At the end of the day, I will always be His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works and for that I am most grateful:)

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