Who do you think I am?

I’m not who you think I am.

I walked into their dining room Monday night. Mr. Fred spotted me talking to a nurse and scurried over, a big smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?” he asked me.

I saw the nurse smile behind him. She whispered, “He thinks you’re his son John’s wife.”

“I’m here visiting,” I smiled back. 
“Well, if you came here to see me, get your eyes full.”
“I sure will,” I said.

I wasn’t who he thought I was.

Mary Ann continues to think I’m her daughter Jan. Her eyes light up when I enter the room, not because of who I am, but because of who she thinks I am. So I give her extra attention and we have as much of a conversation as is possible back in Memory Care.

But I’m not who she thinks I am.

My mother didn’t eat much supper last night. A few peas, a few bites of meat. But when it came time for dessert, she was hungry.

I mumbled beneath my breath, “When I was growing up, I couldn’t have dessert without cleaning my plate. The rules have certainly changed.
…But now, Mama, please eat your ice cream!” (And she did.)

Maybe I’m not who I think I am either.

I may think I’m breaking, but I am strong. 
I may think I’m floundering, but I am grounded.
I may think I’m disappointing, but I am loved.

Even though I am not Mr. Fred’s daughter-in-law.
I am not Mary Ann’s Jan.
I am not my mother’s clean-plate rule-keeper.

But I am His. 

Because I am His, I have identity.
Because I am His, I am known.
I can rest in who I am, whether I look like the King’s daughter or not.

I am who He says I am.
His. 

For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named,

that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being,

so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith--that you, being rooted and grounded in love,

may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth,

and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

                                           EPHESIANS 3:14-19

To You, my all-knowing Lord, 
who strengthens me, grounds me, loves me,
be glory, forever and ever.
Amen.

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Who do you think you are?

If you also are His, you are strong, grounded, and loved.
Praise Him for making you more than you seem!

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