Blessed are the meek?

 Long-ish post today, rambling about something called meekness. 

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

When my young adult Bible study did a study on the fruits of the Spirit awhile back and meekness came up, every head turned toward me. But no matter the biblical standing of the characteristic, it’s something I struggle to accept within myself. The problem with meekness is, people exploit it. You draw the attention of people who don’t have good intentions. Folks who know how to manipulate well will find you. And then you’re tempted to become something other than what God created you. Something tough enough to scare everyone off. And I’ve fought against that for years. 

But satan loves to take something good and twist it. Maybe the point of meekness is that you’re strong in Christ without the harsh and sharp edges. That your strength is gentler than most, but that doesn’t mean you’re weaker. That you’re confident enough in God’s protection that you stop being afraid of the repercussions of being meek in a wicked world. 

I’m speaking to myself here, folks, but to you too. It’s easy for me to want to become harsh. To put on a facade that I hate because I hate the games people play, the fact that people have *often* gotten in my face and expected me to bend to their will, not God’s. 

But what will you hate more—the world in all of its flesh, or God’s design for your life? 

Blessed are the meek, for God will take care of them. Me and you both. Whether it’s His divine protection or godly friends who jump in when they notice something’s not quite right, or when God gives you the strength to gently but firmly reject the hurt and intimidation and mind games — He’s got your back because He knew what you’d face in this world.