Consuela, who are you? I couldn't answer this question because I didn't know myself.
Before Christ, I can't remember what "identity" meant. A good friend of mine talks about her identity. She spoke with such confidence. I was secretly impressed and intimidated. I often wondered why she boasted of her own identity in Christ.
I wasn't raised in the church and was never introduced to Christ as a child. Jesus was never the subject of conversation in my family. So hearing my friend speak about her identity in Christ scared me and caused me to feel ashamed because I thought I had no identity. I would not dare to ask how one can attain this identity of which she spoke so boldly. I remained silent and carried on with my life.
As time went on, I explored life, the world as I knew it, and society; it gave me an identity; since I didn't know who I was, I accepted the label that was placed upon me. I never knew I was God's masterpiece.
This dates back to June 2014. I began attending church during this time, and there was no connection or fellowship around me. Jesus passed through my soul and decided to knock on the door of my heart. I opened the door cautiously, not sure if I wanted to leave it open. I became interested in Jesus, and I wanted answers! I didn't understand that having a relationship with God meant it would be a marathon, not a sprint. I did not understand His love for me or the sacrifice He made for me. With that in mind, I shut the door and abandoned the friendship several times because I felt God would not respond to my requests.
A few years later, I finally decided to take my walk in Christ seriously. I absolutely had to find out for myself. I asked many questions like: Are You real? How can I find my identity in You if I can't meet You? I decided to wipe everything I thought I knew about the Lord from my mind and start over with Him. My love for Jesus knows no bounds because although I constantly left him, He never left me. He waited for my return like a perfect gentleman.
I don't remember the exact day, but I remember sharing a moment with the Lord. At that moment, I knew something I hadn't known before. From my mouth, I began to say I am the daughter of a King, the righteousness of God; I am His handpicked servant, tailor-made with a purpose.
My identity is not who people think I am but who God says I am. He says I am strong, precious, worthy, chosen, unique and loved! I know who I am; my identity exists only in my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Can you say the same?