Crazy-Making Annointing

Regularly, people tell me, "Thank you for telling me so-and-so," and I'm thinking, "Did I say that? - I didn't say that! - I didn't even think that!" So I go away from these conversations feeling a little crazy and thinking, "Should I tell them they are mistaken . . . that I don't deserve their appreciation?"

Or should I just recognize that this could be one of the fruits of processing pain well, one of the fruits of positioning myself to find life . . . in death, one of the fruits of passing through the "cross"? In other words, the life I choose to find in death, in the on-going presence of my enemies, perhaps results in an "annointing" of sorts that manifests itself in the vessel (me) being of no consequence; results, perhaps, in the message existing outside of me to the benefit of the recipient.