I know what it would have to say: “It’s not about you.”
What is this constant, nagging, sneaky and subtle need we have to focus on ourselves? It seems I work hard not to and ask God to help me put self aside and no sooner think I’ve made progress than I notice I’m thinking about myself again…or giving myself credit, or assuming something is up to me that is actually up to Him.
It’s one of those long-as-life projects, I think, and it’s not really my project. It’s God’s.
I would probably benefit from having a tattoo that reminded me of this crucial truth every time I saw it. Maybe it would be best across my forehead, backward so that when I looked in the mirror I could read it and remember.
It’s not that I should hate myself, or berate myself. It’s not that I should think of myself as a loser, though sometimes I do. Continue reading

I’m so blessed to have both my parents living and that we have an open, loving relationship. It enriches my life and gives me so much support – just knowing they love me and are there for me. I hope I can do the same for them!