Bubble Wand

On my last few walks, I noticed a bubble wand on the sidewalk in front of one of my neighbors’ houses. For some reason, it made me think of the game show Let’s Make a Deal when they ask for random items from a pocket or purse. I am unsure why my brain instantly thought of this item as a potential article in someone’s bag, but I thought of my mom from there.

She would have been the perfect candidate for the game show, as she had multiple random items in her pocketbook on any given day, from bobby pins to ink pens and anything in between. Nevertheless, my favorite memory is that Mom kept snacks in her purse. Not just any ole snacks, either.  I remember many road trips where she pulled out a chicken leg, usually wrapped in a napkin or tin foil, freshly sliced homemade bread with butter, and a wet washcloth wrapped in plastic wrap for our greasy fingers. She thought of everything.

Now, mind you, it was not uncommon for our mom to feed others as well—at ballgames, events, and school. It was sometimes embarrassing for us, but our friends liked sitting near her in the stands. As a room mother for five children, she spent considerable time at school over multiple years—so much so that my classmates thought she was a teacher. And she was—she just wasn’t on the payroll.  And I would be remiss not to mention her famous sugar cookies.

My memories of Mom go far beyond her excellent cooking skills. She was also a prankster. She loved April Fool’s Day and Halloween. Although she never thought so, she had many skills and talents. Her ability to make others laugh, smile, or jump out of their skin (mostly Dad) was an incredible art form.

Although I think of her as a caretaker, prankster, baker, nurse, teacher, wife, mother, sister, friend, farmer, salesperson, and so much more – her identity was not found in any of those things. As I have discovered on my journey, when I identify myself only by the things I do or the titles I hold, there is no real meaning when things go awry. It can feel like we are losing pieces of ourselves.

The only way I can keep my sanity as I go through the trials and troubles of this life is to remember whose child I am – and I am not talking about my mom. When I remind myself that my identity is not found in the titles and talents I may or may not have but solely in Jesus Christ, as a daughter of the King, I am better equipped to get through the challenging days.

When we rely on temporary circumstances to make us feel complete, we can be devastated when those conditions disappear. But if we focus on the One who will never leave us, we can cope with bad grades, changing titles, losing jobs, and whatever else comes our way. It is not always easy, but with God, it is possible (Matt. 19:26, ESV).

As with Israel’s blindness to God’s identity, Isaiah records God reminding them He is their Savior, and for that reason alone, they should not fear—because they are His. Their guilty blindness does not define them, but the grace of the One who says, “You are mine” (Exodus 6:7; Is. 43:1).  Isaiah 43:4 assures them and us that we are precious in God’s eyes, and He loves us. (V5) “Fear not, for I am with you.”

Therefore, our identity is not in temporal things that can disappear tomorrow but in God, who never leaves or forsakes us (Deut. 31:8). No matter what changes in this life, nothing can ever take that away if we have accepted Christ in our hearts (Romans 8:39).

Maybe the bubble wand reminds us that this life is temporary; no matter how magnificent it is, it only produces limited results that will burst on impact—gone forever. Still, when we are kingdom-minded and seek Christ above all else, we are forever His now and in eternity, and we can find joy in that no matter our circumstances.

Let’s make a deal: Make sure Christ is always at the top of the list of things we carry with us—just in case anyone asks.

“But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect” (I Peter 3:15, Emphasis added).