Thursday I lost my ID badge for work.   This was a first for me and I was more than a little distraught about losing it.    I was frustrated because it seems like I am constantly looking for something these days, things that were once so organized aren’t so organized now.   I put important things, like my tax documents, “away” and then forget and can’t find where “away” is.   It is all part of transition and what comes from moving from a house where everything had a place to a room where everything shares a place.   My ID badge though, I use every day, it is important, it is my access to my building, it is required, it is my identity.  I searched my car, my purse, my bag and retraced my steps and could not find my badge.  The more I looked the more frustrated I became.   I was frustrated not so much because I would have to report it missing or pay the fine to replace it but because it’s not like me to lose something and I don’t like it.

I sat in my car and prayed to find my ID badge and in that prayer my real frustration came spilling out.   It wasn’t about my ID it was about my identity and feeling like I have lost it.   Oh how much identity I have found in what I do, in the title I have held and the job I have done for 15 years and though I am still working it is not the same role and I realized I feel lost.   I feel stripped of my home and jobs, those things that I did.   I work, that is what I do and a huge part of who I am.   As I sat in my car in church parking lot my prayers for finding my ID badge turned to tears of finding my identity and resting in the security that my identity is in Christ alone.  Where I live and what I do will never ever change that fact that I am I am a child of The King, chosen and beloved daughter, an heir of God.   What more identity could I ever want?   None! 

Thankful I also found my badge as I got out of my car the next morning!