Aristotle once said:

Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.

Good enough. But, Jean-Claude Van DAMN, sometimes that process can be confusing. So, how do we get to “know ourselves”?

BY KNOWING WHO WE’RE NOT!

With that, and in honor of National Onion Day, just consider yourself an onion and just start peeling back all your layers. As far as I’m concerned, it is only through the process of elimination that we can truly discover the most authentic version of who we are at our core.

Look, the sobering truth is that life can get pretty noisy for all of us … especially when it comes to “peopling” our way through other peoples’ perspectives and opinions. But once you start removing all the background noise and distractions, finding the first edition of “you” becomes elementary. At the end of the day, it is my greatest prayer that after you’re done peeling, you’ll find yourself standing in the reflection of God.

MISSING PERSON

Another question in me … one for The Powers That Be. It’s got me thrown, so, I put on my poker face and try to figure it out … this undeniable doubt. A common occurrence … feeling so out of place. Guarded and cynical now … can’t help but wondering how my heart evolved into a rock beating inside of me. So, I feel such a stoic ordeal. Where’s that feeling that I don’t feel? There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain, and like a child he would believe without a reason. Without a trace, he disappeared into the void and I’ve been searchin’ for that missing person. Under a lavender moon … so many thoughts consume me. Who dimmed that glowing light that once burned so bright in me? Is this a radical phase … a problematical age … that keeps me running from all that I used to be? Is there a way to return … is there a way to unlearn … that carnal knowledge that’s chipping away at my soul. I’ve been gone too long. Will I ever find my way Home? There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain, and like a child he would believe without a reason. He used to want to try to walk the straight and narrow. He had a fire and he could feel it in the marrow. It’s been a long time and I haven’t seen him lately, but I’ve been searchin’ for that missing person.

{Michael W. Smith}