So, I was learning to let go of much of my pride, and I was acquainting myself with the beginnings of humility, something I knew nothing about. Low self-esteem, humiliation, lack of self-worth—none of this language is about humility, though there is often much confusion. I was all of those things, but until I’d accepted that something else in my life was in charge of events as they were unfolding, I couldn’t understand humility. As long as I was playing God, it was a foreign concept.
With great relief I accepted in the second step that there was a force out there that could help me think and live better. So the third step was to allow Him to do so. This is where I started to understand what it meant to be humble: it’s understanding my place in the stream of things next to God’s, which is very small. That’s not thinking little of myself; but it is thinking a lot about God, and letting Him take over the burden of my pain.
And the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders.
Wow!!! A true novel of love,willingness, stillness and finding oneself..i truley loved it!! Brought so much to my Heart and Soul…Thankyou
Very well- Written..God Be With You
Sincerely, Debra Worzella
Thank you, Debra. Writing is a good recovery tool, I’ve found. Just writing down our thoughts in a journal is enough. No need for anything more elaborate. Expressing our thoughts on paper is often the road to clarity. It was for me and many others. Thanks for stopping by!