Identity: condition or character as to who a person or what a thing is.
What is our identity? What makes us who we are? Is it our friends? The ones that hold our hair back when we had too much to drink and eat gallons of ice cream as we cry over lost loves? Is it our family? The circumstances in how and where we grew up? I grew up about 2 minutes away from where I live now. My mom and dad are still together and I have two older brothers that are both married. My family is close knit and when we get together there is no telling what will happen. From playing cranium to bed surfing in a hotel, we enjoy every minute of our time together, but does that make me… me? One of my brothers is more on the liberal side, the other seems more conservative. Yet they both had the same group of friends as they were in their teen years. This same group of friends held my “big sisters and brothers” and I idolized them.
I, however, am of the opinion that it is the moments. Those life altering, make-your-life-do- a-complete-180-while-spinning-you-so-fast-that-you-have-no-idea-which-way-is-up-or-down moments. It is in those moments that you may have to make decisions when gripped with the fear of knowing that you might be making a choice to live or die.
What makes me “me” is the moments that shaped my identity and have turned me into me. The moments of choosing to sit with my best friend while she grieves instead of going to class. The moments that allow me to show a child one strategy to help them read better. The moments that allow me to worship my GOD. What makes me me is the moments that I get to see my brothers find the love of their lives and join in unity. The moments that make me realize that through everything, God has me in his arms, walking me through times of doubt, joy, sadness, and happiness.
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