This Lent I've been praying specifically about this. Have felt the check in my spirit and heeded it before I opened my mouth several times. I'd felt that check in my spirit many times before and chose to ignore it. The world wouldn't know of my greatness if I didn't open my mouth. Or so I thought. I'm learning that I'm capable of hearing and heeding the Spirit. I didn't know it could bruise my ego so to do so. The only kind of good bruising there is to be had.
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There is something oddly comforting in knowing it is when we are bruised, broken, cracked, that we are the most useful to God. Less of me is truly a good, and God, thing.
Amen and amen, Hopester.
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