It has been a while since I've delved into me.
Yet the Lord, in my journaling, calls me, "My little ruby!"
Like, hey, I never saw me as anything valuable than a gem stone, what more a ruby? Who wouldn't, considering the so many traumatic experiences I've had--experiences that have robbed me of my identity.
When I went home last night after a lengthy discussion with a very wise man of God, I again was brought back to the need to perceive me as who I am--not as how I or the world looks at me but how my Creator sees me.
Why does He call me "ruby" in the first place?
Curious, I found myself up at 5 in the morning at an internet cafe shop a jeepney ride away from home to discover the gem in me.
The Net says that a "Ruby symbolizes love, vivacity, passion and power...considered to be the most valuable and precious gemstones ever existed...in Sanskrit is known as ‘Ratnaraj’ which means ‘king of the gemstones’". Its "fiery color...symbolizes devotion and desire, a symbol of love and immortality...are created like, ‘flame fusion’, ‘pulling process’ and ‘hydrothermal process’."
Reading these, I just can't help but smile.
The Lord, who loves me so, took a shovel and decided to help me unearth me. Resonating my value in how people perceive me and in how I've beautifully survived one tragedy after another, He shows me the "ruby" I really am. His little ruby that gives Him glory! No wonder people tell me I'm strong!
Thank you, Lord, for trusting me to be the little ruby on your cloak! Please continue to polish me into who I'm meant to be! Help me shine the love you endowed me to those you send my way--especially to those who've hurt me!
Solo Gloria Deo!
