Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion.
This is something I know deep—deeper than I know anything else—that I am loved, with a love I can’t even begin to comprehend the depths of, by the Creator of the universe.
This Love has fallen over me like a waterfall, I have been undone by it. I have been carried by it, and I have been hidden within it. It has been my abiding joy and peace.
Yet, still, sometimes I tend to lose sight of this most awesome truth.
In the dark, silent hours of the night I pray, as I wonder why about something. The answer comes, soft and clear: not why, but Who.
And I remember.