This past Sunday I was on my feet enjoying the praise team as they sang one of my favorite songs. I’m not 100 percent sure of the official title but I’m sure someone will be able to help me out… Here’s a snippet of the chorus … “I know my identity… my name is VICTORY. Victory… that’s my name, Victory… I know who I am!”

Whenever they sing it I’m on my feet, but last Sunday those words struck a major chord. It hit me when I began to imagine all of the people who truly do not know their identity or better yet, those who’ve had their identity stolen. There are millions of people going through unnecessary stress, turmoil, and depression all because they don’t have an understanding of who they are. Continue reading “STOLEN IDENTITY” →