Every day I forget who I belong to. Every day I forget whose image I am made in. Every day I forget that this world is not my home. I get overanxious and overwhelmed and begin to believe that the things of this world are real and important and true. Appearances and accomplishment. Status and recognition. The ever-present urgencies of living and surviving in this world.

One minute I’m looking towards God, and the next minute my thoughts have skittered away. I become dismayed at my own ineptitude, my mistakes and failures. I get caught up in regrets from the past or fears for the future. I look around at the world, and, like Peter, I frantically notice the threatening waves. And then I begin to sink, to find myself engulfed in confusion and darkness.

Worse yet, sometimes I begin to believe that that place of uncertainty is where I belong, because the world glorifies confusion and darkness. The world promotes them as the path to self-discovery. We’re all just stumbling in the dark, the mantra goes, making our own path. All we can do is find our own way. There is no truth. That’s the one truth that the world pursues and guards with jealous fervor.

 But it’s not Truth.

 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made. Without him, nothing was made which has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. Light has come into the world, but the world has not understood it. John 1:1-5

Light has come into the world. Even as we are still earthbound and burdened by the disconnection between body and spirit. Even as we are still subject to the evils of the world. Even when we lose the way, even when we stumble and struggle. Light has come into the world.

I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness. John 12:46

I know the Truth, but so often I need to realign my focus. So often I need to be reminded. To remember Truth, to remember the good and beautiful things, to remember who I am and who I belong to and where my home is. To remember the things I know.

It’s the subtitle of this blog – Peach Pie Grace: Remembering the Things I Know. I realized that I’ve published twenty posts, and that felt fairly momentous. So I thought now would be a good time to revisit that theme, my “why” behind the mishmash of stories and Scripture thoughts and pretend discussions in my head. A good time to remember how much I need this remembering. And a good time to say thank you to all of you who have read my posts and shared your thoughts with me.

Thank you.