The past several posts I’ve published have been minute by minute posts, that means I wrote them and posted them in the same sitting. It gives you a feel of what I’m going through at that moment and also helps free up my schedule a little bit. Usually they’re short, sometimes they are long, but minute by minute posts happen when I write them. This is not one of those. I cheated. I wrote this one last night when I was thinking about some things after a conversation with one of my good friends.
Many of you don’t know this yet, but I recently started a page on Facebook for this blog, rather, it was for the anonymous novelist and you can find it at Facebook.com/noveltalk . As part of the character of that page, I’ve come to post a word of the day every morning, and a verse of the night every evening. The word is meant to inspire writing, to give some truly inspirational ideas from a single word or thought: something we can use in a new way. The verse is to end the day, something that inspires the heart, something that reinvigorates the mind to be creative, and also to refocus the priorities. Yesterday’s verse was 1 John 3:1:
Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.
It’s about finding our identity in Christ. The first word, “behold”, that’s John saying “look! Come look at this love the father has bestowed upon us, examine it, realize it, believe it.”. The Father bestowed, or gave to us His love so that we might be called the sons of God. Our very identity is now in Christ. We are His children. The world doesn’t understand us, can’t relate to us, they can never really know us unless they know Him. What a glorious thought that we are like Christ! Our very being is now His habitation and we have been called His children.
When you identify with this truth, it changes you perspective, it changes your attitude, it changes your actions. It time we realized with whom and with what we identify. Choose you this day whom you will serve, whom you will represent, whom you will be.
As always, thanks for reading.
–the anonymous novelist