We're All Humans, Aren't We?

Enough About Me

I’m tired of me.

I’m tired of how petty, vain, selfish and needy I am. I am also insecure, inconsiderate, incapable and indulgent. I am quick to judge, slow to forgive.

Sometimes I do the things I should, but more often than not, I do the things that I shouldn’t.

The things I should let go, I don’t; the things I shouldn’t let go, I do.

My mistakes, my sin, my folly, they all dog me, nipping at my heels, reminding me of a life lived imperfectly. They chase me across the years, their numbers only increasing, never decreasing.

(One can only run away from oneself for so long.)

My energy sapped, I finally fall on my knees, tired, weary, out of breath. In ragged anguish, I cry out.

I’ve had enough of me.

Remarkably, Heaven hears.
Amazingly, Heaven responds.
Shockingly, Heaven comes.

My tears are wiped away. My energy returns. My sins are forgiven. My mistakes become immaterial. My dignity is reinstated. I am restored.

Gazing heavenward, I understand.

It is not about me. Thank God, it’s not about me.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”  -John 3:16

-Matt