Identity

Slowly but surely, the more I listen to His rejoicing over me, I find myself increasingly answering questions about who I am with these words:

I am one radically loved by God.

Slowly but surely, the more I answer these questions with these words about who I am, the more free I am to release the iron grip of my desperate hands attempting to control this life.

Slowly but surely, the more I loosen my grip on the desire to control, the more free I am to love those around me without trying to fix them, which means I am actually loving them instead of pretending to love them while really demanding that they conform to my idea of what is lovable before I am willing to grant them my love.

Slowly but surely, as I love for real, I see that all that is ugly comes from pain and that pain comes from wounds and that wounds are the result of pain lashing out in ugliness.

Slowly but surely, as I see the wounds that bleed pain and ooze ugliness, I understand that these healing words must be spoken and written, read and heard, believed and trusted with the fear and the smallness of those who cannot believe and cannot trust but for His grace:

I am one radically loved by God.

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