Who Do You Think You Are?

Have you ever asked yourself, “Who am I? I guess we all have, at some point in their lives, wondered why we’re here and who we are and how our lives are woven in to the rich and colorful fabric of history.

Perhaps that is the reason for the popularity of the NBC show, “Who Do You Think You Are”.  Here is a description from their website:

“Each week, viewers follow some of America’s best-known celebrities into their ancestral pasts, as they uncover stories of heroism and tragedy, love and betrayal, secrets and intrigue that lie at the heart of their family history…As each celebrity discovers his or her unknown relatives – most of whom overcame hard times, the show will take viewers back through world history to expose how the lives of everyone’s collective ancestors have shaped our world today.”

I have to admit, as a history buff, I enjoy watching this show. It is moving and thought-provoking and educational. I think what we learn from the past can help us to more fully appreciate where we are right now and perhaps even shape our future. 


I’ve seen some episodes where a person was surprised with tales of an ancestor who accomplished something of note, something that brought them a great sense of pride and fulfillment. I’ve seen others where the individual uncovered family secrets that were less than desirable but who used that information to declare an end what they believed to be a generational curse.


These people, they inspire me with their willingness to open up their lives and share such personal information with the world. And when I hear their stories, it makes me contemplate my own.

I wonder, if I could read the diaries of my ancestors, how that might cause me to think differently about myself. Perhaps it would help me understand my own DNA – what makes me, me.

But, at the end of the day, I have to remember that if I really want to know who I am I need to start at the beginning – with The Great I AM who made me. Made us all.

“This is what the Lord says— your Redeemer, who formed you in the womb: I am the Lord, the Maker of all things…” Isaiah 44:24

And when I ponder what sort of story I want my life to tell, it only makes sense to surrender my pen to the original author.  Why shouldn’t the One who wrote the first chapter be able to write all the others?

What will be our legacy? Where will the tale of our journey lead others? Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, I ask myself these questions. And I wonder if even something as small as this blog, my own diary of sorts, will be a part of that legacy.

If so, I hope and pray that those who stumble upon it might find something inspiring to take with them along the way. I hope they will look beyond my words to see The Word, the one who plants faith and rains mercy and grows hope in us. So that we can KNOW who we are.  His. 

We are sons and daughters of our heavenly Father. Children who are all part of the same family tree.

Reflections in Rain

I was stirred awake by the strange sounds I heard overnight. Something like the pitter patter of eager little feet up early on a Christmas morning. Could it be? The answer came back a resounding “Yes”!

So I step outside this morning to a magical, gray-colored world. The happy, rain-soaked earth greets me with a smile and I breathe contentment. We all agree it was a long, hot summer. But today feels like the final farewell – at least for another year.

From my porch, I hear the continuous quiet tapping on the roof above, on the grass below and all around. As if the Author of heaven and earth is sitting right next to me typing out another great masterpiece.“Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.” Deuteronomy 32: 2

I notice a tiny pool of water off the side of the porch and, as I bow my head for a closer look, I can see His reflection, His hand reaching toward me. And I feel raindrops falling, like mercy sprinkled on my head, the promise of a new day.

Once again, heaven reveals itself in a most unexpected way. I pause and offer a deep soul sigh – grateful for the glimpse.

“Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy.” Acts 14: 17 NIV
 
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