It was driving me crazy!

No matter how much I rearranged or folded or patted, the label at the back of my neck was picking and itching and getting on my nerves.

Labels . . .

Why do they even bother sewing them in?

Labels on shirts. Labels on pants. Labels on me . . .

What does my label say?

Woman of God

Saved by the blood of Christ

Worshipper of the True Lord

Sometimes my label is uncomfortable.

Sometimes I try to rearrange it.

Sometimes I try to hide it.

But my label is indelible . . .

He loves me unconditionally.

“Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart.” – Jeremiah 1:5

Can you see my label?

Patti