In the last blog, I discussed the concept that we as children of God, needs to be different from the world. It’s not that easy. I know that all too well. Why is it so difficult? I think I managed to identify one possible problem. The problem of labels.
We get labelled as we go through life by people we encounter along the way. Our parents label us, our friends label us, our partners label us, every person you encounter has the potential to put a label on you. The sad thing it that we accept the labels. Some labels are good, some labels are bad. Very bad. The label I carry is very bad.
Since I can remember my mother described me as a difficult person, a person with a bad temper, a person always ready to fight and so the list goes on. One person I worked with several years ago said I don’t just shoot from the hip, I use an Uzi. Gradually the label I carried became my character.
My names didn’t help either, it just added fuel to the fire. My first name means battle or war. My second name means battle maid. Go figure. I believe in that thing of life and death that reside in the power of the tongue. So every time somebody calls my name, they call me the battle maid actually. I have tried to kill this battle maid, believe me. I tried dying to self and I succeeded at times for weeks. Until somebody pushed the wrong button and the battle maid jumped out. Every time I looked at her and wondered who kept her alive all this time??? I thought she was dead! Maybe I should change my name to a name with the most gentle meaning. If I could have any assurance that it would work, I would do it.
People that know me expect me to react in this battle maid fashion. They approach me ready to fight and then we end up fighting anyway. The only exception is my husband. He sees me as a gentle person and my gentle side is all he ever gets. Not even when I am upset with him does he see the person other people always tell him about. Why? Because he labelled me differently.
I want to be free from my label. It won’t be a quick and easy process, I know that. I have to train my mind to think differently, to have different expectations from people and to react differently. But I am going to try. I have to.
I don’t want the character of this label anymore. I want the character of God.
What label do you have? Who labelled you? Are you reacting to that label? If you can, please comment and tell your story too – there might be somebody out there who needs to read it.