Recently I’ve been forced to start thinking about my own identity, needs, and tendencies from a specific angle. Not much detail to satisfy you with, but suffice to say it’s good, exhausting, annoying, and thankfully, ends up with having to look at Jesus…for what a wretch I am and what a wretched world I live in and what a tenacious and awful liar the Evil One is.
In the midst, I’m realizing that thinking about yourself doesn’t have to be a prideful thing. It can be a little confusing when that’s been my knee jerk reaction. But I think I’m realizing that not doing that can actually be another form of that age old sin.
So, let my thinking of me be fronted by You, please. End up in You. And then we’ll be good.
reading. thinking. wishing for a wee bit more expansion. but. you be you.