When it comes to identity, there are some things we can control and some things we can’t. For instance, we can’t choose our genetic make-up or where we were born or what family we were raised in. We typically don’t even choose our names.
I am Denise.
I am a redhead.
I am from a small farming town.
I did not choose these parts of my identity, but they are still true of me. Of course, there are other parts of my identity that I did choose.
I am a follower of Christ.
I am a wife.
I am a mom.
I am a teacher.
I am a writer.
With integrity, however, we have a choice. But what is integrity?
Integrity means wholeness, an undivided state of being.
I remember when I taught middle school math. The definition of an integer is a whole number. Not a fraction.
As a language arts teacher, I also know that to integrate is to bring together multiple parts to form a whole.
Obviously, they come from the same root word.
To be a person of integrity is to integrate the various parts of my identity into one whole person — the person I am at home, at school, at church, the grocery store, and everywhere else.
If I were to behave differently in these various places, then I would not be a person of integrity. But if I choose to be consistent in how I talk, how I act, and how I treat others — no matter where I am — then I become a person of integrity.
And that is the identity I want.
Who in your life influences you to have an identity of integrity?
Today, I’m joining Lisa-Jo, taking 5 minutes to write about “identity.”
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