To be known is to be loved.
So to start out with the first book of the Bible. Creation. in Genesis. (duh) Okay. God has Adam and Even name the animals. This is really not a big deal. —actually it is. How exciting would that be?! Who came up with platypus???— But back in the Old Testament days, a name meant something other than “you there. come here!” Rather, it tells about their character. For instance, right off the top of my head Jacob means deceiver. Great name. HA! But he did! He deceived his father Isaac into thinking he was Esau so that he could receive the good end of the inheritance. Sometimes God had people change their names when their identity changed. Jacob later became Israel. eh? eh? So to be able to name something you had to know its character. Along with naming the animals was a breathtaking excavation of God’s character. They are His creations and learning about them taught Adam about the beauty of God’s character. Which is exactly what I just said, but I just get really excited about it.
So what does this mean for us?
1. To be loved by someone you have to let them know you. Know your heart, your thoughts, your dreams, your little flitty thoughts that you don’t think have any importance. Honestly they may not, but they are your flitty thoughts!!! Thus, to the person they love you they are not unimportant.
2. EEK! Okay. My personal favorite discovery about this thought. Okay okay. Breathe Jamie. I’m about to faint. :D It’s not that exciting. It’s just exciting to me. Or you. Okay. God says to love your neighbor as yourself. But loving yourself is not an easy feat. Well. Not for me. I have really struggled with this idea for years and years. And you can’t love someone that you don’t know. Well I know one blonde girl who has been learning a whole lot about herself the past few weeks. About who I am in Christ, about what I can handle, and about what I believe and why I believe it and then all these beautiful spatterings of new discoveries that God is just throwing at me. I am known. I know who I am. I know who I am in God. And for the first time in my memory I am able to look in the mirror and say “I love who I am.” I don’t want to change anything about me. —granted there’s always room for growth. I mean more along the lines of unhealthy change—
To be known. Truly known. Is to be loved. Widen your circles. Open your heart. Those who care to know you are the same ones who won’t run away when you let them. Because they love you. Love you enough to want to hear it all. The good and the bad. And it will be the scariest thing that you will ever experience, but perfect love drives out all fear. And it is good. Better than good. It will revolutionize everything.
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