The honest thing on my heart tonight is this:

I know who I am. 

For all my forgetfulness and frailty, and my doubting in the dark, I know. 

I am deeply loved by God. 
I am flawed and often faltering but forgiven, dusted off, and always lovingly set back on my way.
A way in which my eyes are wide open for wonder.

And that is the beauty of having an identity buried in Jesus Christ. 

There is nothing about my worth that I have to strive for. I have inherent value because of how God loves me and because of Jesus’ magnificent display of that love on the cross. 

And after every restless day and every fitful night, it is the truth to which I always return.