What's in a name when you don't know your name? God knew and knows BOTH of my names...even before I was born.
Identity comes from knowing who you are in the here and now. But, it also helps to understand where you came from. A recent trip to Arizona reminded me of love and identity.
Turning 50. Almost empty nest. "Who am I" is the question I am asking, but there might be a better one to ask instead. What's holding you back?