Hey Daisy,

Can you play the piano? I can. I can play "Mary had a little lamb" with one finger. I can also do that other thing you do with your two index fingers. "Chopsticks," I think it's called. When I was a child this is how I would entertain myself when visiting Pop (my uncle) and Aunt Cue at the farm. I am embarrassed to say that after almost 80 years, my artistry with the keyboard has not improved.

I had the privilege of attending a Van Cliburn concert while in college. I was amazed at what a superbly trained artist could do with a piano. Truly, an amazing experience. I was amazed even more many years later, when I saw a blind, autistic teenager play with almost equal artistry. Clearly, he had been gifted with this amazing talent.

I can still play "Mary had a little lamb" on the black keys of the piano. That may be the extent of my talent and musicianship, but please; My ability on the piano IS NOT ME!

The mistakes I have made, the bad decisions, the foolish thinking, the times I have disappointed others, especially those who love me, and sometimes my downright idiocy -- none of that is me.

Want to know who I am? Ok, I guess I can forgive you if you don't. I am not any of those things.

Like you, I am someone created by the Creator of the Universe!

Can you imagine Someone like that bothering with me? Or with you? I found it massively difficult to imagine. And then I read this:

"Remember, you are not who your past or even what your current circumstances say; or you are not who other people say you are, you are who God, your creator, says you are: blessed, chosen, blameless, children of the most high God; redeemed, forgiven, predestined according to His plan, so we may put our hope in Christ, eternally sealed with the Holy Spirit for our eternal inheritance as God's children."

Check it out. It's in the Bible: Eph. 1: 3-14.