So, I spent the last thirty minutes, at least, writing a blog post that disappeared right before publication.
Ok, so on to the post. This past week, I have found myself feeling untrustworthy and insignificant. I have attempted to take from others what others did not have…or what others did not want to give. Really, Dawn? If a gas tank is empty, and my car is out of gas, I cannot get anything from the other tank. The past several days, I have been the prime example of entitlement. I believed myself to be entitled to being told something that would hurt my feelings, before I saw it for myself. I believed myself to be entitled to more than average performance evaluations at work. Results?
Who do I think I am? I am nothing but a human being. I am nothing but another individual taking up space. I am nothing but a skeleton, draped with flesh, injected with a soul. Who do I think I am?
I am nothing special. Nobody owes me anything.
In times of trouble and turmoil, I forget where I am supposed to look. I forget what I am supposed to see. To hear.
For where you have envy and selfish ambition, there you find disorder and every evil practice.
Indeed. I’m grateful for grace, mercy, and forgiveness.