The evening has been beautiful and the two ladies have enjoyed the play very much. As they walk toward their cars they are enjoying the moon lit sky, the stars, and the warm evening breeze as they discuss the finer points of the play.
Reaching their cars they give each other a quick hug and wish the other a blessed night. Sarah steps into her car, closes the door and pulls the car out onto the street.
Mary has lingered beside her car for a moment to gaze up at the moon and stars. She is unaware that someone has been watching her and her friend.
Whispering, “Thank you, Jesus for this beautiful night,” she reaches for the car door handle and is suddenly hit from behind, knocking her to the ground. The assailant grabs her purse and runs off into the darkness.
A Man races towards her. Her evening gown is torn and her elbow and hands are skinned from hitting the pavement.
“Are you okay?” the Man asks gently as He helps her to her feet.
“He stole my purse!” Mary states as she brushes the dirt from her dress and hands.
“Let Me see,” the Man says as He gently takes her hands in His.
“He stole my purse! My driver’s license, my credit cards, everything is in there!” Tears fill her eyes.
The Man gently rubs her hands and Mary doesn’t notice the scrapes are suddenly healed. Her focus is on the loss of her purse.
“He has stolen my identity!” she jerks her hands away in frustration.
“Mary,” the Man states. “He cannot steal your identity. He only stole some paper. Who you are is not what is on those cards. Your identity is in Me for I am in you and you are in Me.”
Mary swipes at her tears, looks at her healed hands, gasps, and grabs the Man in a hug.
(Sue’s version) Romans 8:17 – John 15:4-5, 14:20 – Gal. 2:20