IDENTIFIED

I've always hated the unruly ways (whistling, non-sense use of language,unnecessary yell) of how some call a person's attention. I believe no one wants to be treated as such that's why we were given names. Everything in life has a purpose. Even the invention of names was made for some cause-and that is to give an identity, a mark of uniqueness, a form of separation and a tool for the survival of a legacy, a preserved culture and a remarkable dignity.

I am writing about identity today because I want to build a connection between I and the readers of my blog. It's not for online fame or any petty reason. This blog is a publicized extension of my personal beliefs that's why I chose to disclose a little information of myself so that everyone sees what are the possible roots of inspiration for my writings. Moreover, I would love to know the stories of other people as well. One of my blog's aims is for it to be relational. And, I have to agree that the construction of a relationship comes with identification of one another.

Don't worry. This entry wouldn't be bombarded with, "Me, Myself and I" or a form of narcissism. This is beyond my name. This is His story.

"My name is Diane Allison I. Lotho. Some people address me Dii. I am a 20 year old female from Manila, Philippines who's overly-meticulous with cleanliness and details. I place high value to responsibility and time. Like a regular woman, I have a passion for fashion, music and arts. I embrace the world of words, visions, dreams and creativity. I am a strong believer of faith, love, marriage, happy endings, purity and healing. Occasionally weird but always full of joy and spirit. Poetic and lyrical when fired with emotions."

That is how I can plainly open up myself to everyone. But that is only how the worldly setting defines me. But this is how I wanted to be identified for:

"I am a sinner who once went through a lot of tough decisions in life that made me suffer. I had the wrong motives that lead to wrong choices. I fell short of God's glory several times. I journeyed both dryness and spiritual famine. I was on a tiring cycle. Died and almost lost the chance to stand up.. But all-gratitude to the blood of Jesus Christ for IT IS FINISHED. Through God's love my sins are forgiven and I am no longer a slave but a new creation clothed with His grace. It is not me. It is Jesus."

As I further walk in this faith, I know that it will always be a process. But the Lord has promises for those who seek and believe. I am filled with honor to be IDENTIFIED as His daughter. I cannot even fathom the words to say. The truth is Jesus knows us all from the inside-out. He wants us all to identify that He is present for us to be identified as well. Let us fix our eyes on the cross: the strongest identity we can hold on and be always proud for.

BE IDENTIFIED.

Sealing this with love,

Diane