It was about 8 hours into the day that I started thinking: Enough!
Enough about me.
It’s not that I wasn’t profusely thankful for every word of kindness uttered towards me. It’s not that I’m still not utterly moved by the love and encouragement you’ve poured out on me. It’s not that I won’t be reading your comments over and over and over again in the days to come.
But somewhere in the middle of the day I could hardly stand hearing about me anymore. The problem is that I know me. The truth is that He knows me. And somewhere between “Happy Birthday” and “you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread” I had to look at myself squarely in the mirror and realized this sobering truth:
There’s nothing about me that’s worth talking about for more than 3 hours and 26 minutes.
The rest is so redundantly boring that even my mom went to sleep.
And that’s a good thing.
Because it’s not about me. It never has been. And by God’s grace it never will be.
Yesterday was one of the most touching days of my life. I’m not sure when I stopped trying so hard and God took over blessing me. It may have been the minute Beth noticed my existence, or it may have been after the 156th word of kindness you sent my way. But in the midst of the process and with greater clarity than ever I understood these three everlasting truths:
- Jesus is the only one who deserves all of our praise.
- Jesus deserves our everlasting praise.
- Jesus is far more than any human being could ever be.
It was about 8 hours into the day that I started thinking: Jesus!
I miss Jesus.
So enough about me.
Because it’s all about Him.
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