I recognize now that I am not the gentle peacemaker; that task seems to belong to those more reserved than I. I’ve often viewed those gentle souls as lacking something—perhaps gumption or courage. In my past, I misconstrued their calmness as weakness. I felt the need to be bold and unyielding, projecting an image of flawlessness as though my life was defined by being the “right” one, claiming that righteous victory like a trophy signifying everything I accomplished.

When misunderstandings arose—whether with a neighbor, client, or family member—I rushed to compile evidence to prove my point, relishing in the pride of being “right.” But one day, a realization hit me: perhaps Jesus was saying, “So what?” He wasn’t focused on merely being right; His message pointed to something deeper—something I had overlooked. He clearly wasn’t swayed by my prideful assertions.

I often hid behind the façade of “It’s just who I am! Take it or leave it…” thinking my matter-of-factness was a virtue, when in truth, Jesus gently challenged that notion. He revealed to me that my fierce determination to be right was robbing me of true righteousness. The sting of that realization resonated deeply within me. As it says in Matthew 6:31-33, “But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.” It dawned on me; this wasn’t about my self-righteousness but God’s righteousness. What had I missed about what Jesus said righteousness truly looks like? I was so busy waving my flags of accomplishment, I neglected to embrace His call for peace and humility.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.” I see now that I cannot be a peacemaker while I am consumed by the desire to prove my own rightness.

Lord, forgive me. I see now how much I’ve missed the mark. It’s lonely here without You, and I wonder—does it truly matter who is right?