Sometimes I have trouble with friends.
Sometimes the air that is shared between my mouth and their ears causes things to sound different that I mean for them to.
Sometimes I mean for things to sound different than I should.
Sometimes an old me sneaks up in front of the new me and blasts out words of judgement, fear, control, anger, hurt, impatience, self defence, ect, ect……
I was recently having a conversation with one friend who expressed a not so flattering opinion of another friend of ours. As if to validate her perspective she said “everyone thinks **** is very ****“.
I was struck by the comment and it has remained on my heart and in my mind, not in a judgemental way but in a reflective way. As I mentioned a few post back, I am using Chuck Swindoll’s “Seasons of Life” in my quite time and the study calls Fall, the Reflective Season.
It made me wonder, when my friends are talking about me……who do they say that I am?
Jesus posed the very question to His friends.
Matthew 16:13-19 (Holman Christian Standard Bible)
13 When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, He asked His disciples, “Who do people say that the Son of Man is?”
14 And they said, “Some say John the Baptist; others, Elijah; still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.”
15 “But you,” He asked them, “who do you say that I am?”
16 Simon Peter answered, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God!”
17 And Jesus responded, “Simon son of Jonah, you are blessed because flesh and blood did not reveal this to you, but My Father in heaven. 18 And I also say to you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build My church, and the forces of Hades will not overpower it. 19 I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatever you bind on earth is already bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth is already loosed in heaven.”
The conversation made me wonder…..who do people say that I am?
When my name comes up in conversation, do good things come to mind and mouth?
Has my life been lived in such a way that people’s first thoughts of me are good and that my character flaws are dimmer than my character strengths?
Am I blessed with having made more good choices than bad making way for others to assume the best about me? to beleive the best? to say the best?
Just another “Reflective Season” thought.