How many times over my 34-year Jesus journey I’ve heard some form of saying “It’s all about God” or “It’s not about us.” A true sentiment indeed.
This particular form (this poem) comes from my own life — as an Enneagram One who unhealthily goes to a Four, I seem to be unusually skilled at making it all about me. And it turns out that at least I can even make not making it about me … about me.
Lord have mercy. I’m so glad he does.
