Who Am I?

When my friends visit my house, they see it as a place of welcome for a chat or a meal or a place of refuge from their troubles. When my great nephews and nieces come they are only interested in a garden to play in with a lawn for football. My neighbours are primarily concerned that my weeds do not get out of hand. One house and garden, so many different views.

Like my house and garden, I can be seen in many different ways – friend, confident, aunt, sister, neighbour, family or church member. I am only one person, but others relate to me according to their position.

It is only God who sees the true me. He knows me through and through, good and bad. But the wonder of it is He loves me in spite of my failings, shortcomings, and sin. To Him, I am His child, His heir, His redeemed.