THEY SAID IT
Esther’s mind had been going for quite some time. Most of the time, she didn’t know who or where she was. Her children had ceased to visit her. They simply couldn’t handle it. For them, mom had departed a long time ago.
Esther’s emotions were all over the map. You never knew what you were going to get: anger, grief, elation, or silence. Visiting Esther was an unpredictable adventure.
One day I walked in to find her in her chair, very calm and quiet. She looked up, saw me, and smiled a sweet, peaceful smile. I sat down and we talked about the weather for a while. Then she got a perplexed look on her face, and asked, “Am I married?”
Esther lost her husband in World War II. They had been married three years. I reminded her of this. She gazed into my eyes for a moment, and then hung her head and began to weep.
“Thank you,” she said through her tears. “It’s good to remember who I am.”
I sometimes forget who I am. When I do, I naturally lose sight of my real purpose. I can easily get distracted. When confused, I let the world or other people define me and tell me what to do. It becomes a great challenge to discover and be who God made me to be.
Unless I know who I really am, I’m sunk.
“It’s good to remember who I am.”
Do we know who we are? If not, let’s find out.
Gary Roe is the Chaplain of Southern Care Hospice and is interim Minister at First Baptist Church in Lexington