"In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace…" (Ephesians 1:7)
I know so many young, poised, strong Christian women who clearly have their identity rooted in Christ. In a moment of “true confessions,” I’ll openly tell you that in my youth, I was NOT one of those women. So if you have ever struggled with the question: “Who am I?” you may be able to relate to my story.
Sometime after my father’s death, which occurred when I was eleven, I figured out that a woman should be prepared to live a life of financial independence (ie. She should not assume that she would have a husband as a financial supporter or partner.) This drove me to achieve in school and college, preparing to pursue some career field that I would be willing to invest my life in if necessary. My identity was definitely wrapped up in my activity, pursuits, and achievements.
While I was in college, God called me to a relationship with Himself by opening my eyes to believe His Gospel plan, and I placed my trust in Christ for salvation. However, during those years in school, I had no Bible training or discipleship; I was just thrilled to be saved! I was working on a Master’s Degree when Alvin and I decided to get married. Because of baseball life, I put my education and career on hold, knowing that my field of choice would not allow me to move around the way baseball required.
We had a whirlwind first year of marriage which included winter ball in Venezuela, an unexpected call up to the big leagues and a Rookie of the Year honor when the season was over. Wow, were our heads spinning!
Here is where my identity crisis comes in. In the off-season one of the news shows from a Christian network wanted to do an interview with us. What a blessing to be able to openly talked about the Lord in an interview and know it would not be edited out! Well, I wish I could set this up better so you could feel the embarrassment, truth, and tragedy of the moment….but at one point in the interview the “hostess” of the show turned to me, microphone in my face and asked something to the effect of, “So Kim, Alvin plays baseball. What do you do????”
My brain froze and my heart skipped…“What do I do?” “Who am I in all of this madness which we simply call ‘baseball life’?” Well, if you can’t relate at all to my story, you don’t need to log back on tomorrow. But if any part of this identity crisis hits home, check out part 2, when I’ll share the rest of the story and the hope that we have when we really do know who we are.
Prayer: Precious Lord, help me to willingly examine my heart for evidence of an identity crisis. Give me wisdom from your Word to guide me into the truth of who I am in Christ.
Suggested Reading: Ephesians 1