The View Of Me

This past week I have had a bit of identity crisis. 

Twice in one day last week, perfect strangers walked up to me and said, "Do I know you from somewhere?"  After responding that I was not sure, they both made the same statement..."I know, you must be Travis Godley's daughter!"  I am not sure how they came to that conclusion, but I guess I am a lot more like my Dad than I care to admit.

Then there was what happened in church this morning.  Our pastor is out on vacation so we had a fill in minister.  He and his wife sat in my Sunday School class before Worship Service.  I am sure that I gave him my name as we introduced ourselves.  However, during his sermon he wanted to mention something I had said in class, so he referred to me not by my name, but by "Little Joe's Wife."  It was pretty funny at the time, but got me thinking nonetheless.

I am viewed differently depending on who is looking.  To some people I am Travis Godley's daughter.  To some I am Little Joe's wife.  To some people I am nothing more than a stranger passing on the street.  To three little boys I am Momma and to my husband I am wife.  All of these people view me in different light, but how does God view me?  What name would He greet me by?

John 1:12 Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God—
God calls me His child.

John 15:15 Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you.
God calls me His friend.

1 Thessalonians 1:4 For we know, brothers loved by God, that he has chosen you,
God calls me chosen.

Philippians 3:20 For our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ,
God calls me a citizen of heaven.


No matter how anyone else in this world sees me, God thinks I am pretty great.  He loves me, He chose me, He sent His Son to die for me, and He has given me a home in Heaven.  He calls me His child...and that is the only identity that really matters.