The First Sentence I Couldn’t Stand
March 23rd, 2010“It’s not about you.”
Yep. That’s the one. Have you read the Purpose Driven Life? If you have, you know that’s the first sentence of that book.
So, since it’s not about you, let’s talk a little about me. (insert bad-joke-rimshot here)
First, let me set the scene by telling you that for years, my mom said over and over and over again, “Well, we know Deb will never read the Purpose Driven LIfe. She’ll never read a book that starts with the sentence, ‘It’s not about you.’”
And here’s the thing. She was right. Except that I actually did try to read it. I’d heard about it. So I got the book. And I read that first part and went, “Okay.”
It just didn’t register. So eventually, after making it all the way to day 2 or maybe 3….I gave it to someone or donated it somewhere or something. And went on about my life.
Then it happened. Again. I went through a time where I was used, lied to, betrayed, abandoned. Again. This time, by someone who knew about the times before and knew that I might not withstand going through that yet again and worked hard to convince me that I could place my trust there. So this time, it cut deeper than before. And this time, came close to being too much for me to handle. All the ways I’d used to cope before or get through before weren’t working anymore. I was falling apart.
One of the things that I’d used to cope before was to put up walls and defenses designed to keep people out. I focused more and more focused on ‘me’ not because my heart was two sizes too small, but because I’d been so hurt so often that I was trying to protect myself. And….I’d determined that something must be seriously wrong with me, that I was inherently and possibly permanently damaged – and that I better figure it out and fix it before it was too late. Navel-gazing ensued.
Then the other thing happened. It was on that day that I lost the weight and ‘got it’ and understood in a way that I’d never understood before. It was on the day my heart broke — open.
Suddenly, I started thinking about others. My prayers started being about other people more than me. (Hmmm. Interesting, huh?) My prayers started becoming more about praise and gratitude. My prayers started being about asking about His will, and not mine. ;-)
And suddenly, I began to eagerly seek ways to be of use and of service to God and to others. And throughout all that, I found peace — even in the midst of a current storm.
Now. I know. It’s ironic, huh? Because it’s not about me and this whole post was all about me. ;-)
Except it’s not.
Because I didn’t do it. I wasn’t seeking to become less selfish. I wasn’t looking for that particular light to go off in my head. That wasn’t what I was looking for at all. And once I saw it, I didn’t change it. I didn’t change it by my own willpower or by trying harder or figuring it out and fixing it myself. I didn’t change it through a program or even monitoring and changing my own thoughts.
I didn’t bring myself joy or peace or hope or even love.
God did all that.
And He can (and will) do the same for you.
So, since it’s not about me…..what about you? What has God helped you overcome that you couldn’t overcome on your own? What has He changed that you didn’t even know needed changing?
Love,
deb
