I had just finished my morning quiet time.

It had been anything but peaceful.

For months, I had been wrestling with God on my identity.

Before cancer, I was a Christian, wife, mother, and business owner. I had it all sorted.

But my cancer diagnosis and treatment had stripped me bare.

I was not what I would call a ‘good Christian’ - I wasn’t happy with God because of my circumstances.

I wasn’t a good wife either - It was hard to be when I didn’t feel like a woman.

Good mother? Fat chance. I didn’t have the patience or energy for the kids.

As for the business…..what business? Chemo demanded all my time and the little energy I had.

I felt VERY lost.

I had been praying desperately for an answer but had heard nothing.

So the prayer I whispered that morning was more out of habit than sincerity.

Who am I, God?

I didn’t hear anything. For some reason, God never seems to speak to me audibly (yet).

But a single word came to my heart and mind that day.

Just one word.

‘Amy’.

I’m Amy.

Like Sarah did when she heard God saying that she'll have a baby, I laughed.

Fat load of help that is, God. D-UH. Of course, I’m Amy. That's my name.

But for some strange reason, I recalled a bookmark that I had received when I was a teenager.

It was a bookmark with my name on it, it’s meaning, and a Scripture beneath it.

I had forgotten it, but I knew exactly where it was - in a box that held all my ‘treasures’.

I pulled it out, and tears instantly sprang to my eyes.

This is what the bookmark looks like: