When I started this blog years ago, I thought “Life as a Fire Wife,” sounded cute, catchy, it rhymes, and would be a good place to share about our crazy fire family life. I read a blog a few months ago telling fire wives to not necessarily use that title. I thought about that a lot and I keep coming back to it (obviously, since I said I read it months ago). I think for a long time, that was the primary way of how I identified myself, “my husband is a firefighter-the end.” But now that my kids are older, I’m seeing a bit of the other side, that I am more than a fire wife. Have I always known that? Sure, somewhere deep down, but in all the crazy of his schooling, and raising babies, and overtime, and training, and traveling, and all the things, I pushed everything else so far down that I forgot anything else was there except fire wife and mom.

I think when you are married, whether to a fire fighter or not, there is a lot of give and take, there is a lot of sacrifice, and there is a lot of laying your wants aside for your spouse. Makes sense, that’s why we often refer to our spouses as our better half. There were so many times over the years that I would get into a project and then put it aside, not because he wouldn’t help me out with time, but because I felt I could only work on my writing when he was at work because when he was home, I wanted to do family time. Family time is great-but looking back, I missed out on several opportunities here. I missed out on letting the boys have special daddy time because I didn’t want to miss out. I missed out on developing my craft better and pursuing my dream. I missed out on learning earlier on that had I taken him up on those opportunities, we would have learned how to work as a team better and maybe saved ourselves from a lot of frustration as the years went on. I loved the time we had together when the boys were little, so much that I yearn for it now, I don’t regret it, but if I was able to do it over, I would do it differently.

So, if I am more than a fire wife, then what am I?

I am a fire wife, mom, writer, daughter, sister, friend, aunt, pet sitter/dogwalker… But more than any of that…

I am a child of God.

I am daughter of the King.

I am a new creation.

I am chosen.

I am loved.

I am known.

I am forgiven.

I am redeemed.

I am adopted into God’s family.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

1 John 3:1, 2 Corinthians 5:17, 1 Peter 2:9, 1 John 3:1, Colossians 3:13, Ephesians 2:19 are just a few places you can find who you are in Christ.

These are the important things. These are the things I base my identity in. Everything else is passing, but God and his promises are eternal and for as long as I live, I will be all of the above. Are you struggling to know who you are a what your purpose is? Leave me a comment or send me a message. I would love to pray for you.

We love because he first loved us. 1 John 4:19