Pity Party: Table for 1

23 Jul

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.

James 3:16-17
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.


Posted by on July 23, 2013 in Uncategorized


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2 responses to “Pity Party: Table for 1

  1. candidkay

    July 23, 2013 at 7:05 pm

    I had to check myself on my intentions in a situation this week. It’s sobering, isn’t it?


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