Hard times can eat away at a person's identity. The things and people dearest to you shape you, and when you lose them, you start to wonder who you are. It's a good thing, a purification. But it also feels as though you just lost your anchor.
A few years ago, when I had "lost an anchor", I got this text from a friend who knew what was going on:
"You are God's treasured possession."
Something about the image those words invoke still changes me... and tells me who I am.
Anna, thanks for giving me today's "sticky words".