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{Time} It’s Not About Me November

I had a great piece I was going to post tonight.

After meeting with my writer’s group, I was encouraged, inspired. We had a brief prompt-writing session and I began composing a post that I thought would really benefit us as we consider November’s theme: “It’s Not About Me.”

I planned to sequester myself in my room and finish this post by midnight. It’s now 1:10 a.m. and I’m just getting started.

'Clock' photo (c) 2009, StevenW. - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

You see, when I arrived home I got to comfort my nine-year-old who was in tears, frightened by a scary commercial on TV. She was in her room, reading in the Psalms, looking to God’s word for help. We read Psalm 116, then Psalm 27. Then we turned to Philippians and learned that God gives us peace when we think on things that are true and lovely, honorable and worthy.

Then, I helped my older kids get the house straightened up so that my friend who is blessing me with housecleaning while I’m unable (due to my injuries from my accident), wouldn’t have to pick up stuffed animals, dirty socks and stray nerf-gun bullets in addition to scouring sinks and vacuuming.

Then, I scratched my teen-age son’s back while we watched a show. I’d been disappointed with his English grade earlier and was glad for the opportunity to affirm him and let him know my love isn’t conditional on his performance.

Then, after everyone was sleeping, my daughter wanted to share with me what God’s been speaking to her heart lately. She wanted to talk about the realest, truest, most important things. She’s sixteen. I’ll stop anything and everything to have these precious conversations with her.

Then, I hobbled to bed with my walker to write this fabulous piece I had started hours earlier.

But I couldn’t.

I ran out of time for today.

Because my time is not about me. It’s about God.

“The end of all things is near. Therefore be clear minded and self-controlled so that you can pray. Above all, love each other deeply, because loved covers over a multitude of sins. Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling.

Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others., faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms. If anyone speaks, he should do it as one speaking the very words of God. If anyone serves, he should do it with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ.

To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen” {1 Peter 4:7-11}

Beholding Glory and linking up here with Jen’s soli deo gloria, too !

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8 Comments

  1. Clearly, just recounting your evening exemplifies that “it’s not about me”. Spending time with those around you -administering to them- shows that we are a conduit from and to God. It’s about Him- and we show that in all we do.

  2. Amen, girl. What you have done here is simply lived out the theme of the intended post and showed us how it is done instead of just telling us. Beautiful.

  3. This was a perfect post. It showed your priorities. My three kids are all in college right now and I would do anything to put away my computer and listen to them.

  4. mclott says

    Again with the tears! Your writing moves me. Thanks for the spiritual mentoring with your wise insights!

  5. saraf says

    Loving without the boundaries of duty or obligation. Obligation to do when we should just be. Thanks for the reminder!

  6. Those late night conversations are worth all the gold on earth. And you usually have to give it time to get down to the deep stuff. Priorities in blessed order. Thank you.

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