My Identity

So many things in this world distract me from my identity.

I can remember a time when I spent five nights a week on a volleyball court. I'll never be thankful for the devastating knee injury that put an end to those days, but I am glad that I'm no longer obsessively worshiping adult league sports. Even though that knee injury landed me in the operating room four times and still plagues me with pain today, it forced me to re-prioritize my life--a lesson I absolutely had to learn (and have had to relearn a few times since then).

Some of you might have seen that this last week has been National Infertility Awareness Week. For those of us who are actively involved in infertility social circles (a club absolutely no one wants to have to join), the stats and stories can be overwhelming.

This season of life can become all-consuming. It can start to define us, if we let it. In my mind, it's easy to start identifying myself by:

  • 1 in 8
  • Infertility
  • Not a mom
  • Left behind
  • Not like everyone else

Over time, those numbers and phrases start sounding more and more like this:

And those, my friends, are the disgusting lies of Satan himself. He waits until our lowest points, our darkest hours and he pounces on us, threatening to steal our identities and our eternity.

I don't want to be consumed and defined by what I don't have. And I don't have to be. My entire identity isn't wrapped up in not being a mom, just like my momma friends are not defined solely by their children.

In the same way, I am not defined by my career, my mistakes, my passions, my bank account, the car I drive, the size of my pants, my relationship status or anything else.

My identity is in Christ alone. Period.

I am:

A child of God (1 John 3:1).
A daughter of the King through Christ (Ephesians 1:5). 
Washed, sanctified and justified in Jesus (1 Corinthians 6:11).
A new creation in Christ (2 Corinthians 5:17).
Without blemish and free from accusation (Colossians 1:22).
A temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians 6:19-20).
Christ's ambassador (2 Corinthians 5:20).

In the midst of countless injections, patches, medicines, ultrasounds, consultations, blood draws, tests and surgeries, it can be easy for my focus to be solely on this one facet of my life. But infertility is not who I am.

Friends, I don't know what you're facing in your own lives. But I do know that we all have our own battles. It's no accident that you're reading this blog, just like it's no accident that God put these truths on my heart. You are valued and you are loved and you are worthy in Christ--no matter the season of your life, in spite of your hurts and habits, and instead of your daily responsibilities.

Pursue Christ. Let your identity be in Him alone.

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