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A Chosen Daughter



The changing of life seasons can be joyous and yet there are some that can be difficult. I have discovered in this season of my life I am having a hard time finding who I am, or finding my place I should say. 

I am a mom ,a title which will never change. However my role has changed since both my girls are grown. No more running after children, homework, sporting events or sleep overs. 

I am a grandmother who is blessed to witness joy in life through the eyes of my grandchildren and a new found love that can not be measured.

I am a sister whose goal growing up was to make my younger siblings lives miserable with my constant grief giving as the eldest. Now we are more than siblings. We are friends with a bond  that can not be undone .

 I am a child, no matter my age,  who shares my mom's beautiful strength and my dad's compassionate  heart for the sick. 
I am a friend who cherishes my deep rooted relationships; those filled with loyalty, love and respect.

But when I look in the mirror and strip away all those titles I ask myself,.......
" Who am I? " " Where is my place in life?"

Have you ever wondered your place when life changes? When the children have grown and gone, siblings scattered in different states,  parents are moving towards their golden years, and what once was no longer is......

My daddy God tells me exactly who I am.

" I have created you in My very own imagine."( Genesis 1:27)
But Lord you never question your worth and I do............

 "Know that you are fearfully and wonderfully made."( Psalm 139:14)
But Lord I look like a piece of pottery with too many cracks to fill......

 "Your name is written on the palms of My hands " (Isaiah 49:16)
Why Lord? I have allowed so many things to have place in my life that is not of You........

 "Nothing will ever separate you from My love." (Romans 8:35)
As many times as I may fall in life, you mean absolutely nothing Lord??

 " I chose and adopted you to be My daughter through faith in Jesus Christ."  (Ephesians 1:5)

 I am a woman created in His very own imagine, fearfully and wonderfully made whose name is written on the palms of His hands having nothing to ever separate me from His love......
 I am a chosen!!

Through every season in my life, my title's responsibilities will vary and change; who I am in God will not.

My place and who I am  rests in Him.......

A Chosen Daughter


XoXo

Stacey



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  1. AnonymousFebruary 5, 2016 at 1:09 AM

    A.M.E.N!!!! I too am struggling to find out who I am in the moment. Its a tenuous thing that keeps changing. But you are so right, who we are in Christ NEVER changes. I am so grateful that we can start at that point, and figure out the rest with Him.

    On another note, thank you for sending me over to "Blessed is She" Blessed am I because of it :)

    God bless my precious friend!
    Tracy

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