“Surely what a man does when he is taken off his guard is the best evidence for what sort of a man he is? Surely what pops out before the man has time to put on a disguise is the truth? “
C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity
Self-understanding is something that I desire so much.
I have often thought in the past that I understand myself, that I know myself, and that I can know what is going on inside of me at any given moment.
That is so…not true. Now, more than ever, I wish for the full picture. Although, I know that it will not likely come, as I am ever-changing and still forming.
To think, that just because It is I that thinks these thoughts, that I can somehow interpret them flawlessly.
I suppose, if I allow God to know all of me that I possibly can…then I can know that much more with His wisdom.
Where does my identity lie? Although I know full well where it lies, it seems to change each day with my weakness…and out of that changing source of identity follows the flawed actions of a lost little girl.
But..oh, the beauty when I find strength not of my own, and I am impelled to move out of my true self, confident and free.
