When I think about who I am and what defines me, I come up with a lot of labels. I'm a child of the King, a daughter, an only child, a cousin, an aunt, a wife, a friend, a college graduate, a world traveler, a former teacher, a milspouse, a mom...the list goes on. Those aren't always the things I want to be known as. It's so easy to find our identity in how we relate to others or by what we do. When one of those things changes, it can throw our perception of ourselves into a tizzy. We feel like we've lost our identity. I've been there a couple of times. It takes me some time to get grounded again. Again and again I keep coming back to the most important identifier. I'm a child of the King. I belong to God. I am His and He holds me in the palm of his hand. He is my rock, my refuge and my strong tower. No matter what else changes, that never does. My hope and my trust is in Him and I know He will not fail me. He might have a different plan than the one I have for myself, however I know that it is for my good.Back to labels. I'm currently the wife of a sub vet who recently had her first child. I'm proud of my husband and daughter and love the life we have together. We have four furbabies who are adjusting to the new baby. We love where we live in the Pacific Northwest. Life is good even through the hard times. We cling to each other and to God knowing that we will be stronger on the other side.
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