What does the world see when she looks at me?
Is she impressed by the intellect?! What do I see when I look at me?
Here’s the hierarchy, what you see and what I see is both what we individually want to see. But what really matters is that inner me. the me that God knows me to be. The me that was meant to be before God even created me.
God gave me a talent and how dare I waste it on me when God was the one that invested that gift in me - i want to give a return on that investment.
So my prayer is that God uses me for His glory. My story is not my story, rather it is a chapter in His story. The main character in my book of life is not centered on the one who writes the autobiography... I’m just a dash.