"Who is you?"
Several years ago my daughter Margaret and I were meandering down Canal Street in New Orleans, just enjoying spending time together. We were interrupted by a snaggle-toothed young man on a bicycle who seemed to be stalking us--He would ride past us, go up about a block then circle back around and repeat the action. Each time he rode by, he asked us the same question, “Who is you?” After multiple encounters we ducked into a nearby store, laughing so hard we were almost in tears. We never knew if he really thought we were someone important or if this was just his normal daily activity to harass people on the street. But to answer his question, we are nobodies. Wait a minute—rewind; we are not nobodies, we are mothers, children, sisters, friends, teachers, et cetera, but most importantly we are children of God. Do you know what that means? We are daughters of a King, the King of the universe. While visiting Houston recently, I noticed that my granddaughter, Molly, would get dressed for th...