I settled into my seat and flipped through the bulletin... seeking a glimpse of what God had in store for me this Sunday morning. A hymn I love, one I don't, a scripture I had never read... and then the Gospel Lesson. The beatitudes. I could feel the sigh slink out, and then the smile that snuck up on my face. The beatitudes are some of the first verses I ever read... not on thin almost-see-through pages, but on colored glass around the church that was my start.
Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kindgom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.
-found in Matthew 5
Today, I find comfort in those words all over again, and with a lot more life behind me, the words stir my spirit and shed light on what is real, where my heart needs to be. I know that my spirit must cling to God, because I need my Savior. When my heart breaks over the world, it is in Him I can find comfort... peace. And am I meek? I have always believed so... and pictured my shy self peeking from my hiding place in the dark. But His Light tells me meekness is humble patience... strength under control. Strength not for my will, but for His purpose. Maybe I need to take a step closer to meek. And I am sure, at ten and twelve and twenty, I did not have an inkling about hungering or thirsting for God... but now, most days I crave Him. I long to be more like Him, and show my little world less of me. I yearn for the pureness that is Jesus. And peace? I yearn for that, too. At every turn.
I am years and miles and so many states away from the church where I began... but the steeple that reaches into the sky, the sturdy wooden banister that rounds around the bell rope, the altar where I made promises for my life and the windows that declare me blessed will forever be... a part of me.