Wisdom

I was going through my VirtualHopeBox and this quote popped up. Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom- Aristotle. That really makes me wonder. I know this sounds silly, but I don’t really "know" myself. Sometimes I’ll look and be shocked by something new on my body. Or someone asks me what my favorite food or book or music is (Rescue by Lauren Daigle BTW) and I almost never have an answer. I don’t know me. I get so caught up in myself (sounds silly) in my own head, that I have forgotten who I am. So I am going to treat me like I treat Greg. I am going to start asking myself the hard questions; how do I feel, what do I like, where do I want to go, what are my dreams. I can’t really answer any of these right now. I just haven’t taken the time to get to know myself. 

So I will date me. Spend, serious, one on one time with myself. Journal. Find new music that I like. Read a random book my kindle suggests, read through my Bible faster, stick with my Bible studies because getting closer to the one that created me is a wonderful way of knowing myself. He knows me down to every hair on my head. Pretty amazing, isn’t it? To know THE God that created the universe cares about what is on my head. And I barely know my hair color. Oh the mysteries of the universe. 

And as it is Christmas time, let’s take a quick look at that God that because a baby a little over 2000 years ago. GOD became human. Human. For me. For you. For every single person that has ever walked this earth. For ME? I still haven’t figured out what is so special. My favorite thing about Christmas? Easter. He had to come, guarded by angels, as a baby so that Easter could happen. Without that death on the cross, there would have been no resurrection, and with no resurrection, the could be no salvation. And I would have been a mess. He grounds me when I bother to seek. He is always there to be sought. It is pretty simple. Start chatting with my Jesus, the baby that came this season, so He could save all of us. He isn’t some big ogre in the sky. Jesus referred to Him as our Father. Let’s go to Him in this manner. Always respectful, but honest. I don’t know about you but my dad seems to always know what is going on with me. One of the only ones that can read the pain. The joy. Always has. WE ALL have a Father like that. No matter how crappy your earthly father might have been. That baby that became a man wants you to know Him. 

This is all just coming out as I type. It is revelation to me. I truly think He is the key I had been missing. I had overlooked the importance of my relationship with Him in knowing myself. I’ve been a Christian for 17 years, but there are times I feel like a baby Christian learning things all anew. It can be amazing and amazingly frustrating. I got so sidetracked when I became bipolar. Lost complete touch with God. Just left Him. I was so confused with myself. I had no clue what was happening to myself. I was terrified. And euphoric. You only get that if you get bipolar. Go google. I’ll wait.,,,,,,,,Great, now you have a slightly better idea where I was coming from. I spent most of my time depressed with bouts of mania. I even blacked out once while manic and still don’t remember a lot of it. My mother was with me so that was both embarrassing and relieving. So in all that, I forgot to follow that One person that knows me and everything I go through. He could have made it less scary if I had sought Him.  But even before the bipolar for about a year I had become apathetic in my life. I knew it all, I was wise. Story done. How much there is still to learn. Like let’s start with a combo. It’s a doozy, who am I and who is He? I feel like starting in Ephesians and working through Galatians and Philippians. Always me favorite triplets. And I will take myself on a date. Maybe to a coffee shop with my journal. Or hey, you all are inspiring me. Maybe I can up my blogging some. I am so thankful that I couldn’t sleep and got on my VirtualHopeBox (look it up in your App Store......AMAZING!) and found this inspirational quote.