The Farm Wife Sagas

This past week in church, the sermon focused on our true identity—not the titles we carry. And afterward, I found myself reflecting on the many labels I wear each day: daughter, sister, wife, mommy, dance teacher, event planner… the list is long!

Do those titles consume me sometimes? Absolutely.

Do I love them? Oh, every bit of them.

I love waking up next to my husband and watching this life we’ve built unfold. I live for the morning giggles from VJ. Twice a week, my heart melts when tiny voices call out, “Mrs. Lindsey!” I cherish the moments spent working alongside my parents and sister, pouring into our family businesses and serving our community.

But every now and then, I pause and wonder:

Where does my title of Christian show up in all this?

Do I reflect the patience of Job? The unwavering faith of John? Some days, maybe. Other days, the chaos of schedules, tasks, and responsibilities wins out. I become more of a doer than a disciple.

But here’s the truth: my identity isn’t rooted in what I do—it’s rooted in Whose I am.

When all the titles fade—when the events are done, the toys are picked up, and the last dancer has left the studio—I’m still a child of God. That’s the title that never changes. That’s the one that carries me through every other role I hold.

So this week, I’m challenging myself to pause more. Pray deeper.

To let that title—the one that truly defines me—lead the way.

Because before I’m a wife, a mom, or a teacher… I’m His.

And everything flows better when I start there. 💛

Maybe you needed that reminder too:

You are more than the hats you wear, the tasks you juggle, or the roles you fill.

You are seen.

You are known.

And you are His—on the good days, the messy ones, and every moment in between