I was recently visiting the little town I grew up in: Vancouver, WA.
And it never ceases to amaze me how quickly I get right back into the groove of living in the ‘Couve. My favorite shopping spots are there (Trader Joe’s, Whole Foods, and NW 23rd). Some of my favorite people are there (the church family I grew up in, my folks, my sweet little grandmother, my brother and his fam, and my best friend from college). It all just feels so normal. And, well, home-ish to me.
For me, my identity is a jumbled mix of things.
Wife of Andrew. Daughter of Gary and Rebecca. Mother of Kailee and Jamison. Graduate of George Fox University. Writer. Musician. Artist. Business owner. Co-creator of The Masterpiece Mom. And former resident of Vancouver.
But back then, I was just a kid who took a lot of piano lessons. A babysitter. A newspaper carrier. A Christmas tree farm employee. A horse camp counselor. An occasional bratty sister and disobedient daughter.
A mere change of location can unearth all these old identities. In a nostalgic (and sometimes unnerving) sort of way.
For sometimes in the soaking in of the old, we forget about the new. The now. It’s easy to revert back, to dwell on what we used to be.
Sometimes we need a little reminder that the spot on the map where we grew up is just a blip in the grand story God has for us. Not in an ahhh-forget-about-it kind of way. For those little spots on the map often helped shape our perspective and the chapters of our story.
I’ll admit; it’s easy for me to get all wistful and melancholy after visiting my old home. Wishing for life and locations to be different. Because I miss the old. I do.
It’s easy to push aside the Who I Am in favor of the Who I Was and forget all about who God has created me to be.
For my identity is firmly and forever etched into the heart of God.
I am His.
I am chosen.
I am a beloved daughter of the Most High King.
And His adventures are the best ones written. Ever.