What difference has it made, that I know I’m a child of God? Why does it even matter?
It has meant that I could square my shoulders and keep the commandments the best way I knew how, even when it was unpopular or unprofitable, that I could refuse to fight back, choosing peace instead of contention. It’s meant that I could face a new day after having made a humiliating mistake, and that I could change and begin anew. It has meant that I could retreat to my closet, my bathroom, or my car, and find Someone who knew me, knew my situation, and knew how to help me move forward. It has meant that I could forgive.
In all of these ways, knowing my divine identity and my inherent and infinite worth has helped me to make powerful choices. Like choosing to act, rather than merely reacting. Like choosing to face my own life, daunting and shadowy as it has often been, with faith and purpose. But sometimes I forget this basic truth, my own identity, I withdraw from my Father, and I feel a kind of echoing hollow feeling inside, like something is missing.