Whenever I get to thinking it’s about me, I suffer. And yet my human nature always wants to make it about me.
What I deserve. What I don’t deserve. What I think is best. What I don’t.
Whenever I make it about God, the Spirit fills me with a new outlook. A new desire. A new spirit of mercy and love. Of new beginnings and fresh starts.
It’s often the approach I didn’t think to take, or the response I didn’t think to give. And that makes sense, because it’s really not about me; it’s about Him.
Thank you Jesus.