Stolen identity

I found out very recently that my credit card has some odd purchases on it. The credit card company found them and is investigating. No real harm has come of it. The amounts are very small. We haven't had to pay for this problem and new cards are forthcoming. Still, it is oddly unsettling to have this happen. How did this happen? My credit card is in my wallet. Where did this happen? The only logical answer is that it happened somewhere in cyber space.

When I began this blog I realized that I was severely limited in what I could share by privacy. I can't tell readers if I have girl or boy children. I don't feel comfortable talking about where I live. I feel very guarded in discussing anything of any true feeling because it will be attributed to me and come back and bite me somehow. People know me and they know I write online. If I share information then I might be embarrassed by the content. I know my Dad doesn't really appreciate that I am sharing anything at all. I guess it's the old family adage....Don't put your business on the streets!

Nothing is really private. I could be photographed right now in my own home. Barring privacy curtains it could be happening to you. The thing that brings comfort is this: God is also watching. He is watching out for me. He cares what happens to me. How do I know? I don't know. I just know that I know. He formed me in my mother's womb. In the most private inmost parts of my mother, God could see me. I don't feel the foreboding wrath of God over that fact. It gives me great peace to know that God is checking on me daily.

Did you know that there is a mark upon us that God has put on us that believe in Him? It is to show that we belong to Him. An identity that can not be stolen, not even if our bodies be murdered. That makes me feel safe. When I was younger I feared an intruder might come and try to hurt me. As I got older I realized that no lock or alarm could really stop them. It is unsettling to know that even good people are harmed every day. Isn't it good to know that who we are, our true identity, is saved by God?

There is a place of quiet rest,
near to the heart of God,
a place where sin can not molest,
near to the heart of God.
(hymn)