Identity has bugged me most of my life. When I was a baby my dad flew the coop and never came back. Nothing. No calls, letters. No word. I had trouble sorting out the other half of me. I don't think my mom and my aunts and uncles understood what that meant to me.
Here's an answer and it's the one I choose:
It's in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Ephesians 1:11 MSG
As I get closer to sixty, I'm starting to find more and more of the puzzle pieces of life. I'm taking them out of the box and I'm turning them over and fitting them into the larger design. The identity piece is a big one. I looked in the wrong places to find my real father.