Who Am I, Really?
Who Am I, Really?
Recently, I took a spontaneous trip to Busch Gardens with some friends. While there, I impulsively bought an anklet—the kind that’s welded on as permanent jewelry. A few days later, my daughter noticed it and asked, “What is that?”
With a smile, I replied proudly, “It’s permanent jewelry!”
She raised an eyebrow and asked, “An anklet? What are you, 12?”
Her words weren’t meant to be hurtful—they were just a reflection of our honest, playful relationship. But her comment stuck with me. It stirred something deeper. I found myself asking: Who am I, really?
For years, my identity was wrapped up in titles. Wife. Mother. Homeschool mom. Matriarch of my little family. I had expected to hold the title of "wife" forever. I was even looking forward to the day I’d be called “Cookie” by my grandkids. But I didn’t see it coming—the day the title of wife would be stripped away in an instant.
That loss shook the foundation of who I thought I was. Everything I had built on top of that role began to crack. But through the brokenness, one truth stood firm: my ultimate identity is, and always should have been, rooted in being a daughter of the Most High King.
Over the years, I changed—not in the sense of intentional growth toward Christlikeness—but in the way you adapt to survive. Living in a toxic marriage meant walking on eggshells and constantly adjusting just to keep the peace. Somewhere along the way, I lost myself.
That simple question from my daughter became a spark. It began a journey of rediscovery—a journey back to who I am, and more importantly, who God created me to be.
Titles can feel comforting. Being a wife meant I belonged somewhere, to someone. It gave a sense of connection, of identity. Without those labels, life can feel disorienting—especially in places like church or friendships where roles seem to define belonging.
But I’m learning something powerful: I’m not alone. Jesus has been with me all along. He will never leave or forsake me. The title He’s given me—Child of God—is greater than any other.
This journey of rediscovery hasn’t been easy. It’s still unfolding. But I’m finding peace in the truth that my identity is not in what I do or the titles I hold. It’s in who I belong to.
Don’t give up on discovering who you are, it is worth the effort. And you are not alone on this journey, I can walk alongside you as you find new ways to walk in the truth of who you are!
