Do you really know me? I would like to ask that of people who have ‘known’ me for many years, and even a much shorter time.
If it’s only a while, you may know me better that those will a much longer acquaintance.
How much do we really let others know what’s inside of us? Speaking for myself, some moments I wear my heart on my sleeve. Then, there are those times, when I don’t let others see what is within, because they may not understand or may reject the importance of my thoughts, and even me.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t really take rejection all that well. I do know that as a Christian I should not depend on others’ approval or acceptance, but trust in God. I believe that there are those deep-routed emotions that often stem from our very early years, and they surface from time to time. If we’re wise we don’t dwell on them, but sometimes wisdom eludes us.
There are those who really ‘should’ (there’s that word should again) if they really thought about it, know me… but often I am amazed at the fact they don’t. For if they did, I would know it by their actions and their words.
So, do you think others really know you?