Labels…. they’re everywhere-  in the grocery store aisle, on the tag inside our favorite shirt, wrapped around that medicine bottle on our nightstand, and deep within our spirit.

So many labels that tell me who I am…  Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Dog-Mama, Teacher, Friend.  Now I have a new label: Breast Cancer Survivor.  To be painfully honest, sometimes I want to rip that label off and hide it in a drawer somewhere.  My mind says that if I take the label off, perhaps this never happened.  But I have only to look in the mirror to know the label will not stay hidden in my drawer.  My scars tell me quite clearly where I’ve been.  But, they also tell me where I’m going.  I am going on.

I had my six-month check up with Dr. Brenda this week.  I received a good report, picked up my vitamin supplements, scheduled my next appointment, and got a refill on my Tamoxifen.  Bob and I celebrated our good news and I felt joyful.

A few days later I clicked on a newsletter filled with breast cancer research and I read and I read and I read.  I read about tamoxifen resistance, clinical studies, and gray statistics.  I clicked on article after article until I had spiraled down into the abyss of cancer knowledge overload.  I let myself wallow in the mud and mire there.  I felt stuck.  This is what my friend Lynn and I had worked so hard to deliver me from- the pit of negative thinking.

The voice inside my head berated me, chided me, scolded me for reading article after article and allowing my joy to be sucked down the internet research hole.

I was so disappointed in myself that I put on yet another label- negative thinker.  I went to my Pilates lesson with my spirit feeling choked- as if it would take great effort to exhale.  I was lying on the machine when Christina asked how I was feeling.  My eyes were closed and I could feel a little liquid behind my closed eyelids.  I did not want that water to escape.  I did not want to cry since I wasn’t quite sure what I would be crying about. I answered that I was feeling stressed.  Christina has a great voice and an even greater laugh.  She stood next to me and said,

“Breathe in and breathe out.  It’s going to be okay.”

It’s going to be okay.  Simple words that struck such a profound chord in my soul.  It is going to be okay.  I realized that I could rip the label – negative thinker- off.  It’s okay that I slid down into the mud momentarily- I wasn’t going to stay there.

I wasn’t going to stay there because I wear another label.  That label is “Beloved.”  I am a beloved child of God.  He is not angry or distant with me because I strayed from feeling joyful.  Instead, He scoops me up and just holds me in His Arms.  He laughs with me and cries with me.  He touches my scars lovingly and reminds me who I am- His beloved daughter.

I look at the word “beloved” a little closer and break it apart: be loved.  We all need to take these words and let them soak into our hearts, our souls, our spirits. Just be loved.  So the next time I feel my feet slip and start to slide down that muddy embankment, I will remember who I am…  I am beloved.