An artist would not have been in the top 1,000 words I would have used to define myself. Crafty, maybe. Then one day an elderly wisp of a woman pulled up in my driveway and asked to see the inside of our unusual home. She commented that she had just sold a vacation home in northern Florida and that this might be the last trip she would take on the route that lead her past the big yellow house. Knowing her opportunity to examine it was passing she pulled in.

We are accustomed to people stopping by to reminisce or just out of curiosity so we invited her in with the warning that we "live" in the house. She quickly saw it was not a showplace, but a home. She was dressed in simply elegance and we could easily tell she was a woman of means. She seemed truly delighted with our home.

We described the rich family history, pointed to the old photographs and told of the quirky slanted floors. At last when the conversation naturally lulled the lady stopped in front of a faceless angel I had painted and displayed on the dining room wall.

"Are you the artist?" she asked. "It is very good."

As she took her leave and thanked us for our kindness, I felt as though I should have been thanking her.

God sees us for more than we are...just like the lady saw me. Let your identity come from God's view of you. It will be beyond your wildest dreams for yourself.