It’s not about me…
You know, I could really start, no, I should really start every blog post with that. It’s not about me. How often we make it about us. What do we make about us? everything. I’m in the middle of the book Blue Like Jazz by donald miller, and well, I love the book and I hate the book. I had already passed judgement on it by page 30, I didn’t like it, the author, I felt was too liberal, too, I don’t know, outside the box, I couldn’t see where he was coming from or going. My brother and alicia said to keep going, that it would make sense, and well, now I see. I’m well over half the book now and I see what don is trying to point out. It is not about me, but the problem is me. If that makes any sense.
I am challenged, challenged by the things I have subscribed to. Not about God, but about life and what is important. I am challenged by what my faith looks like and what I think it should be and what I think Christ wants from me and what I have actually given Him. Lord, make things clear.
back to work, but more later on this, I promise.



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