Wed 17 Mar 2010
On the third roll of the Pokemon Yahtzee Jr. dice.. my grandma scored big. “It’s the luck of the Irish” She grinned…
“Grandma, you’re Welsh, not Irish.” I countered… (a little worried that assisted living was getting to her..)
“And Irish” She replied. “Our last name used to be O’Reardon. We dropped the O’ when we moved to the US.”
“Huh?” I looked at Grandma, she wasn’t kidding.
“I’m Irish?” I asked. And grandma nodded.
And with that revelation, my identity changed, just a bit.
I now know that I am : Italian, Polish, English, Welsh and Irish. A regular UN in mom-jeans.
For 40+ years I’ve been confused about my identity. Who knew?
What if I’m not just confused about which box to check on my “census form” ? What if I’m wrong about more important parts of my identity?
I think I am.
The truth is: there is who I think I am… ( a mess) and who God says I am.….(forgiven, beloved, cherished) the two are vastly different. For the most part- I believe myself more than God. (Bad move, on my part.)
I’ve been wondering why, when my grandma announced my “Irishness” I accepted it so easily, but when God declares my identity in Him… I am reluctant(to say the least) to believe it?
Does Grandma have more credibility than God? Do I? Does my past? Does my insecurity? Do other people?
As much as I loved my grandma… I have to say no, she does not. Nor do I, or my past.. or anyone else.
It’s time I set aside my old beliefs about who I am.. and start listening to who God says I am….
If I can believe I’m Irish with the roll of a lucky die… I can believe I am a new creation as well….
How about you?
Dear Lord— I thank you for the identity I have.. in you. Help me to believe you above all the other voices in my head.. (especially my own) for yours is the voice of truth… I love you lord- amen.
An interesting study of who we are In Christ..this is the truth.. not because of us or what we say…., but because of HIM…
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!” 2 Cor. 5
Happy St. Paddy’s Day!
” May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand. ”
An Irish Blessing- in honor of my Grandma…I miss you!