Its not about you, they said; And it sounded like a dismissive belittling of my history of my tendencies of all thats been done to me and all Ive done. I didnt know that this would hold the answer to the sad prayer to have even just one day without the depression I had battled every day for so long it felt like who I was. That it was the grandest revelation And I didnt know it yet. That it wasnt about my history but His story. That it wasnt about my tendencies, it was about His nature. That it wasnt about whats been done to me and how to recover, or what Ive done and how to make things right, It was about what He did for me the price that was paid to loose the chains around My neck. The life He gave to set me free. Its not about you. And the answers were elusive because I was looking in the wrong place. Always digging deeper, like the world told me to. The world said look within, when all I had to do was look up, outside of me, and learn The greatest truth Ive ever come across: That it is NOT about me and when I said Thank God it isnt, He stooped down And swooped in and showed me that I was created to worship and as simple and unassuming as that might sound-- When I raised my hands in surrender, I knew it for myself Without a shadow of doubt: I WAS MADE FOR THIS. 11/25/14 ------------- The place of surrender is a place of great power --Manny Carlos
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 08:40:26 +0000
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