I have a given name. It was given to me before I was even born. Kerrie! I also go by Karebear, Mrs. Anderson, Mom, and Mimi. Then there is Mother as loving coined by my middle daughter at a young age. I cannot remember a time ever that she has called me anything else. Even at 3 and 4 years old, I was simply “Mother”. To others, this may seem odd or even come off rude but for me it is one of the greatest names I could ever be called. It is a name created from a special bond create, nurtured and maintained between yes, a daughter and her mother. MY daughter and HER mother. No one else can ever fill this role.
What about the names other people call me? Many times, I am referred to as a “b*tch” or a “retard”, some people call me a “fag”. None of these names embody who I am, they are opinions.
As I look at my life and where I am in my spiritual journey, I have to pause for a moment to not only acknowledge the hurt that being called the latter names causes but also to acknowledge that “hurt people, hurt people” and “healed people, heal people”.
Knowing these truths, I can hold my head up high and take on my true identity. I am a Child of God. I am a daughter of the King. I am a beloved Sister in Christ. I can honestly say: I am growing, I am maturing, I am working towards the me that I want to be.
While I am still a work in progress, I truly know without question that I am better today than I was yesterday but not as good as where I will be tomorrow. The best is yet to come!!!!
I was built for more.
Tonight, I leave you with one question: Whose voice are you listening to? The world and it’s opinions or God’s truth?
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