Not to be confused with “frog”. Although, with this head cold that WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE, I do sound like one. I’ll admit, it makes me want to break out in a rendition of “Smelly Cat”. (Also, you should hear my “red rum, red rummmmm” impression.)
HOWEVER. We are getting off-topic.
Fraud. A person or thing intended to deceive others, typically by unjustifiably claiming or being credited with accomplishments or qualities. (Interesting side note: the dictionary says, “humbug” is a synonym for “fraud.” So seasonally appropriate!)
There are a number of identities I wear, either by simple biology, legal contract, blunt definition, external circumstance, or self-imposition.
Female. Daughter. Sister. Christian. (Trophy) Wife. Mother. Writer.
Some of these identities are easier than others to shirk. Or, more accurately, to slip on like a raincoat. For instance…
(Okay, I’m done.)
Christian. A person who has received Christian baptism or is a believer in Jesus Christ and his teachings. (Or?)
Writer. A person who writes books, stories, or articles as a job or regular occupation. (Dang it!)
Everything I can call myself, with any measure of accuracy, are all things that God has ordained in me.
He made me the third-born child to a pair of Filipinos (it’s a girl!). He plucked me out of Alabama and wrapped me in Heaven’s robes. I ran ahead of Him, but He honored my disobedience (and science) by allowing me to be a mother. He sees my desires, my passion and hopes, and He makes me good at it. He surrounds me with affirmation and confirmation. He nudges me into His expectations for me. He calls me to be better. To do better. He wants me to live out my dreams.
And I, well…I shrink back into myself, because it is so much more comfortable there, so much safer.
Fraud. Wrongful or criminal deception intended to result in financial or personal gain.
What is more fraudulent? Claiming to be something I am not, or not claiming who I am?