Possum is our faithful ranch hand, who not only thinks he’s human, he also thinks he’s rightful heir to our company in all that we do. Here he rides with his mother as she courses the hay fields. Some would consider our sidekick as having an identity crisis.

On rare occasions, we get a glimpse of Possum being though who God really made him to be; a dog. On these, Possum runs through the fields jumping and barking at the birds high above as though he really believes he can summit their heights.

I wonder if we often shackle ourselves to the imaginary as does Possum, pretending to be something other than who God made us, missing the joy of being what He desires?

Religion, I think, accomplishes this task quite nicely for us. Barred from being vessels of His glory for the sake of an outward showing? Possum shouts, “Open the door Mom! Open the door! Birds!”

Our Heavenly Father says to our hearts, “I provide water in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland, to give drink to My people, My chosen, the people I formed Myself that they may proclaim My praise (Isaiah 43:20,21).” Are you praising the name of Jesus with your life?