Translation Identity

 When you look into the mirror what do you see..is it someone you imagined you’d be...is it a translation identity. So who am I in this life below is it just someone who has a purpose to touch lives who has so much love in her soul. Her self worth isn’t nestled in shallow carnality... her identity Is burrowed found In Christ sealed to the day of redemption through victory all his glory...Who am I? I am made from all ppl I have encountered in my destructive hurricane, shattered life. I am made from failures and past regrets through choices and mistakes I denied. I am broken from experiences that shaped me in suffering. Never completely be the same..waiting for a body change. Who am I? I am made from all my insecurities resulting from impactful piercing words and flaws I can’t take back or attempt to control. I am made from confidence nobody can take away. I am made from the passionate writing in my soul....live and love like it’s your last day. I am made from all compliments love and kindness shown. I am made from all negativity and criticism that may even stunt your growth. She has built an empire with heavy rocks and bricks thrown at her for success. If only they could see the impact of bruises they cause and shattered brokenness. But still forever she will keep the sincere faith til she sees that hopeful light conquering with finesse. And endlessly give and love til her last breath. I am made from deprived expectations....that desiccated scorched and seared me like broken shattered glass. The unforeseen trauma that shook to the core fiercely ferociously formerly broken heart repeatedly being played and burnt in the past. The battles that transformed into conquered victories scrapes and bruises from climbing aggressively. I am made from the illnesses and depression that tried to take my life. The pain and growing wisdom and knowledge you only learn through adversity and strife to learn how to fight. The fight for your life. I am made from the self inflicted scars sculpted with a pocket knife. Trying to mend the permeated damage that was invisible, unforeseen blind. Inside I hold and carry ppl in the depths of my heart from the substantial unvarying past. Inside I cling to embrace precious timeless bittersweet memories that have grievously passed ..inside I hold joy and laughter in my family my kids and friends. Inside there’s a fighting warrior with her weapon of prayer rooted deep within. Inside there are stitchings from cracked hearts and gushing open wounds. A broken hallelujah. Glued back together like gold pieces that are flawed and renewed. Can barely stand and fight some days everything is crashing down on me. I’m made of love and mindfulness when he thought the world should have one of me.. I’m made of painful shackles as I submerged started to drown and drift away. And question the captain of the ship for watching as my world starts to change. I’m made with every setback new chapter every place every person that I meet . I’m made from tragedies and broken dreams valuable lessons undergone formerly. Who am I are you still wondering a wounded soldier a fighting warrior a daughter of the king! Just remember everything you go through small big tragically is what makes you who you are and who you become through broken adversity into character the woman or man you were called to be. Just keep praising and singing and grow in faith. Press on like the fighter you are and  pray....and have confidence that you’re going to be alright you’ve come this far. Walk through the door of hope, carry love and wait. Just keep holding on fighting the arduous mind battle of faith.

Sept 9/20