I did not create myself. I do not have to decide who I am.

There is something deeply restful in that.

I was created in Love, and beneath all the identities I have gathered, all the judgments I have made, and all the stories I have told about myself, that remains unchanged. I am still as God created me.

But today’s lesson does not stop with remembering this for myself.

“The Word of God is given me to speak.”

Perhaps I speak that Word whenever another person leaves my presence a little more aware of their own goodness. Whenever I choose kindness instead of judgment. Whenever I look beyond someone’s behavior and remember the holiness that has not been lost.

I do not need eloquent words. I may not need words at all.

I can speak God’s Word in the way I listen, the way I look at someone, the patience I offer, the space I make, the blessing I silently extend.

Today I can let my life say:

You are loved.
You are holy.
You belong to God.
You are home.

And perhaps in reminding my brother who he is, I remember again who I am.