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Who are you?

I am a short, chubby, organized, social introvert, Hispanic, chocoholic, hopeless romantic, married, stay at home mother of two who happens to be named Maria (well unless you call me Mommy).

Who are you?

Here's my opinion about why so many, no matter what age or gender, struggle with identity.
We are entirely too labeled! No one really knows who they are because we are SO many different parts. Not only that but also what we are is constantly changing. I was slightly more glamorous looking in college before my blessed children. I was single. I was a high school teacher. I was slightly more adventurous.

Who were you ten years ago?

We most often place our main identities in what we are most confident in--our looks, our education, our talents, our jobs. This is what I have been/am applauded for, therefore this is who I am. No wonder it is difficult, and for some, almost impossible to remember as a Christian we have ONE identity. All those other characteristics are only small pieces of who we really are.

Who am I?

I am a daughter of the most high God, deeply beloved, forgiven, redeemed, and precious in His sight. I am a Jesus loving Christian who happens to be the temple of the Holy Spirit. My name is Maria and I have a lot of quirky pieces that make up my personality, but I am His.
I am not how I look or feel or think or do.

How hard is it to remember this lesson that I am sure we have been reminded of more than once? How easy is it to look in the mirror and see only those labels that have hurt us or caused us insecurity?

Who did Jesus say He was? He said the phrase "I am" at least 27 times in the Bible (according to wiki.answers.com). Of all those 27 instances, He never once said anything about His personality, education, or physical appearance. Every single time He said I am, He referred to an eternal perspective. This was a BIG revelation to me.
How differently could I live my life if I had the same perspective of myself that Jesus had of Himself?

I don't need to be confused or lost in who I am. I am not what the world has labeled me. Or what I have labeled myself for that matter.

Permanently and for all eternity I am who He says I am... I am a Christ follower, truly loved and yearned for; and that's all I need to know.

Hi, my name is Maria and I am the temple of the most High God.
Now how is that for an introduction?!

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