Who Are You?
by Liz Giertz
Everything I thought I knew about myself came to a screeching halt the day I traded my active duty ID card for the dependent variety.
It is pink and sports my husband’s social security number instead of mine.
For a woman who prided herself on her independence this was a bit of a slap in the face.
Instead of being CPT Giertz, I was now Mrs. Giertz. My social security number didn’t garner me an ounce of respect any more. I couldn’t even schedule a doctor’s appointment with out rattling off my man’s digits.
For as long as I could remember, serving my country in uniform had been my dream. It became who I was.
Without the patches and medals to broadcast my accomplishments, I felt less than.
I hadn’t yet settled into being a Mommy yet and struggled to assimilate into our new community.
I had no idea who I was.
I now know I was never as alone as I felt. It is common among women to feel bewildered transitioning from career woman to wife and mother.
What I didn’t realize then was that being a Soldier wasn’t my identity. It was my job. My occupation. My career. My vocation.
It was something I did, not who I was.
And I had placed so much stock in that one area of my life, that I struggled to comprehend my worth aside from my mission.
In order to have security in this world, we must base our identity on that which cannot be stolen.
The only basis for that is who we are in Christ. His sacrifice on the cross is a completed act that was accomplished for us, even if we don’t want it.
The devil may try to convince us he can take it and we may even try to walk away from it, but claiming our identity in Christ is the only title we will take with us into eternity.
I am a child of God.
The realization that I cannot earn that status provided with me with freedom and security I’d always craved.
I am a child of God because of what Christ did on the cross. I don’t have to do anything else. I don’t have to be anything else.
But because of that identity I have the privilege of participating in God’s plan in no matter what vocation I find myself. As a child of God, I am His representative. That doesn’t mean I need to be in ministry or do anything high-profile. I don’t have to be famous or celebrated. I don’t even have to be legendary or notable. I get to just be. Be a child of God.
That is who I am.
That is who you are.
Whatever else you find yourself doing comes from that identity. If you are a wife or a mother, a plumber or a Soldier, an accountant or a CEO, or even the President, those occupations are opportunities to let your identity shine – to point to the One who has given you life. But the ways you spend our time aren’t who you are.
All those titles can be stripped away in an instant. If you’ve made them your identity, you’ll be destroyed. But if your identity is secure in Christ you will weather that storm. You’ll find something else to do.
I can do something for a season and then release it confident God doesn’t see me any differently. He sees me as His child regardless of what I do.
He will always see us as His children, because that is our identity.
Liz Giertz in a Veteran turned Army wife and mom to two boisterous boys who call FT Hood, Texas home for now. She is passionate about encouraging women to overcome MESSES and embrace the MEMORIES as they become the MASTERPIECES God created them to be.
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