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.

How We Write Our Own Legacy

Have you ever found yourself gazing out winter windows? Felt compelled to lean into the frame and whisper warm breath onto cold glass? Marvelled at your finger turned pen gliding across the mysterious frosted tablet?

I have. Most times – not sure why –  I have written my name or drawn the shape of a heart. Then I have watched my foggy message slowly disappear and then reappear in the next breath forced through my curious lips.

I see this and I think how I leave other messages in my life. I wonder if too many of them point only to me, a useless striving to make a name for myself as if to say “I was here.”

So I draw more hearts, gliding my fingers across computer keys hoping to leave a mark that will point to the One who matters most. Because I know the messages that will last, the ones that speak of Love – the eternal kind – those will live on long after I disappear. 

Legacy. It’s like warm breath on frosted glass.

Our message will be discovered by those who come after us, who find themselves staring out windows.

And when they lean into the frame and whisper quiet and reach out to write their own message, I hope they see the best of ours reappearing in the mist.

Father, let us to live our lives in a way that causes others to see more of you. Help us take the gifts you give us and use them to leave a legacy of love.