We are living in a time where identity has become fluid, negotiable, and sometimes shockingly detached from reality.
A time where people now choose to be identified in whatever way suits the moment…
Where truth is no longer anchored in biology or design, but in emotions that shift like the wind.
Today, a man can insist he is a “she,”
A woman can proclaim herself a “him,”
And society urges everyone to clap, applaud, affirm, and never ask questions.
In this generation, some now identify as animals.....
Cats, wolves, birds, dogs and the world nods gently and says,
“That’s okay… embrace them. Don’t offend them. Let them be whatever they feel.”
We now build special restrooms for every identity newly invented.
We redesign school forms and office name tags.
We add extra boxes on conference badges and digital profiles so anyone can customize a title that matches how they “identify” today.
The pressure is loud and constant:
“Let people be whatever they want to be.”
And the moment you raise a different opinion, you are labelled intolerant, hateful, judgmental, or rigid.
But in the midst of a world rewriting identity every new season,
I choose something ancient…
Something eternal…
Something unshakable.
I choose to identify as the Daughter of a King....
Not just any king,
Not a cultural king,
Not a ceremonial title used for tradition or politics,
But THE KING OF ALL KINGS.
My identity is not determined by trends.
It is not shaped by emotions.
It is not up for negotiation or rebranding.
I am who HE says I am.
Loved.
Chosen.
Redeemed.
Set apart.
Called by name.
Designed for purpose.
Seen, known, and sealed by God Himself.
While the world allows everyone to define themselves by their feelings,
I choose to be named by my Creator,
The One who formed me in the secret place,
Who numbered my days,
Who wrote my story before I took my first breath.
So call me what I truly am:
A royal priesthood.
A holy nation.
A chosen generation.
A daughter of the Most High God.
And this identity?
It doesn’t expire.
It doesn’t evolve.
It doesn’t bend to social pressure.
It doesn’t shift with culture.
It stands.
Unmoved.
Unchanging.
Forever.