I find it funny how my journals are not a reliable account of the events of my life anymore, but simply a drawing board where I sometimes work out a thought or two. And a part of me grieves for that. “What if they are found? Will people ever know what I was truly like?”
What does it matter? No matter how accurately and comprehensively I think I am documenting my life, no one – not even me – will ever see the whole picture the way God does. My being is buried with and in Him. I barely know what I’m really like. I’m enveloped in a mystery, even to myself.
So even in the question of “Who am I? How am I to express myself?”…the answer can only be found in Him.
Let us begin here: Who am I?
You are the salt of the earth…
You are the light of the world…
How should I express myself?
Blessed are the poor in spirit…
Blessed are they who mourn…
Blessed are the meek…
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness…
Blessed are the merciful…
Blessed are the clean of heart…
Blessed are the peacemakers…
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness…
Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you [falsely] because of me…
Your light must shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Heavenly Father.
(Read Jesus’ full Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 5-7)
Song of the Day: Shouts of Joy by Harvest