No More Me
I've been discouraged about some stuff lately; worried and nervous and discouraged. I've been frozen in long blank worrisome stares and working overtime trying to solve all my problems in a neat, simple solution. I've been wondering how I'm growing, what I'm good for, where I'm going, and what I'm not.
I've been reading about self help and self esteem and looking at my future, trying to validate my philosophies, measuring my impact, my ministry, my community, my thoughts on everything under the sun.
I've been buried in a mountain of me. I've been buried so deeply I've all but forgotten everything and everyone else.
There is only so much introspection a person should allow.
Starting right now, as I rest my head to the pillow, I'm going to work hard to go as long as I can not thinking about me. Through long drives, reconnecting with friends, interviews and church services any thought that obsesses over me gets cast away.
"Me" doesn't matter. "Me" is not the point. "Me" is not the reason I'm here.
"You" is. "We" is. "He" is.
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Rhonda