I identify with Joseph, how his family valued money and spite more than him, and we're willing to throw him away, caring not what would happen to him- if he would be beat, murdered, or whatever. He spent time in the pit and in prison, just like I was kidnapped and isolated in a basement for years. I worked harder than the other workers, doing well beyond what was asked of me. I solved problems in the workplace, I sold exceedingly more product than the other workers, and was promoted above the others. I forgave the harshest things anyone could be called to forgive.
I identify with Moses because he grew up with the one who would become Pharaoh, yet he had to choose to leave him forever in order to follow God. He heard the voice of God and had a personal relationship with Him. God is a stranger to many people, but I know God's personality, how He thinks and why He does what He does, by reading the bible. I can hear Him speak to my heart and to my conscience through the bible. I can live rich and live poor, and neither will effect my love for God. I own things, things don't own me. There were times when I literally had nothing but the clothes on my back.
I identify with Job because I suffered more than most, yet whether in blessing or in the harshest circumstances, even while evil is literally putting a pillow over my face to snuff out my life, my faith and trust in God remains, my love and respect for God remains, even in the face of death. I know, and have complete confidence that my life will not end until it is His will for that to happen. When doctors told me my son would be severely mentally and physically handicapped, and not live past a week, I didn't doubt that he would be ok. To this day I don't know why, it just didn't feel like it was God's will for him to die, just like it didn't feel like it was His will for me to die be suffer acted by a pillow. I don't know why, I came as close to death as is possible. My whole face was like a giant hiki because the suction of trying to get air sucked the blood to the surface of the skin, even the whites of my eyes were pure red. My eye prints, nose prints, and mouth prints were in blood on that pillow, yet my faith remained, 100%, that God was not going to let me die then.
I identify with Ruth because I felt like God's family, not my physical family, was my true family and where I belonged. And I was a harder worker than the others. When I got off work after a long hard day, I went and cleaned others' houses for free, shoveled their snow and mine, cut their hair, massaged their feet, and found time to play basketball with my son and his friends.
I identify with Mary because she was very humble.
And I identify with Eve because I know if it were me I also would have eaten from the tree. (We all sin, and we all would have, male or female). And because of my desire to have and please and Godly man who is the head of my household. It's not a desire that I want, but it is there all the same, even though there's nothing I can do about it, nor any way to put it to use. I just suffer with a desire to do something that I can't. Even as a child I wanted a male role model so bad I asked my teacher at school if he'd be my dad. As far back as I can remember I always wanted male authority, but never had any authority to please other than God.
And of of course I identify with Christ, every Christian should.