If I cannot in honest happiness take the second place (or the twentieth); if I cannot take the first without making a fuss about my unworthiness, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
-- Amy Carmichael
No matter how you slice it, it's not about me.
I have a sensed a disconnection lately — from others and from myself...I wonder if those are related. After the explosion of Easter, you'd think I'd feel the opposite. But, by last night, I didn't. I suspect it's related to something about the above. I want to be a part of something. I do, for my sake. But, that's where the problem creeps in. Because my being part of something is primarily about something else, besides what I get out of it. That is the real explosion of Easter anyway — Calvary love — a connection to something far bigger, far deeper, than my sense of connection at any given moment.
It's not about me — my worthiness has never been more in tact.
