I am a hairdresser by trade. I love visiting clients and finding out about them as I am cutting their hair.  It's always so interesting, the things I find out about them.  I have learned about neat jobs, places to visit, restaurants, adventures that people have had in their lives and so much more.

Several months ago, one of the girls in the shop was cutting a gentleman's hair that I had cut at one point as well.  As she was cutting, I heard their conversation.  It's funny, I remember a very similar conversation I had with him when I cut him.  He was a veteran.  He served in the Navy for many years and had retired from there. Veterans are so proud to have served. (As they should be!!) I often cut their hair, and they always make sure to tell me they served. I Iove hearing that. It's a big deal and I'm so grateful for them.

In hearing the conversation, a thought struck me.  A lot of times, people identify with their trade, sickness, service or even their struggles.  It's almost become who they are.

Please don't get me wrong! I am eternally grateful for our military. It's just that  many times, things I hear, provoke me to dig deeper. To give further context into what I mean, I'll use myself as an example. As I said above, I am a hairdresser.  I am a little less than 5'1" , so I'm

short.  I'm what most would say a "Tomboy."  I don't care for dresses, painted nails and lipstick.  It's not who lam. Those attributes are what I have "identified" as for years. What I really am?? l am a Child of God. That my friend, is my true identity. It's the one that by far explains who Shayla truly is.