Uh, okay, car! Why did you just cut me off in traffic? Don’t you know I have things to do and places to be today!?
Good grief! Whyyyy did you not pick up the phone the first time I called, sweetheart?? Isn’t my call important to you?
Okay, I’m just going to sit here on my side of the car and fold my arms and not talk and purse my lips together until he notices that
obviously he upset me and needs to fix it if he wants to even possibly have a good rest of the night. How dare he offend me and not even say sorry!
Are you squirming yet? I figure if you’re anything like me, at first the accuracy of these scenes getsyou chuckling. But later, did you kind of swallow a bit, realizing just how awful they sound, too.
Um, I did.
Sorry, I’m not trying to put a damper on your Friday night. Honest.
But, if we want to become true women of God, it may take a little toe-thumping along the way. You can just picture me doing the fire ant dance, since I’m stepping on my own toes. I am an equal-opportunity toe-thumper, you see.
Now mayyyybe these things don’t happen to you when you get off work or when you’re driving along in the car with someone or trying to fix someone dinner. (Okay, really. If they don’t, I’m going to have to assume you don’t work, don’t drive and don’t fix dinner.)
Girls, these things DO happen. Insert your own circumstances, but we all have momentary (or slightly more extended) bouts of the “It’s all about me” syndrome.
Now let me write you a prescription. (And yes, I’ll be self-mediating on this one.)
Recognize it’s ALL about God. And if it’s all about God, aint none of it about you! (Me!)
One more time now, cause maybe you were hearing the mom siren from the bathroom or hearing your laundry timer go off during that last line….
It’s ALL about God.
Even Jesus made Himself nothing and took the very nature of a servant and took on the appearance of a man to humble Himself to death on the cross. For US. His attitude put others first and himself last.
Now hold up a minute. So Jesus will willingly LAY DOWN His life for me, but I want to be so full of myself to think I can’t even let someone cut me off or put me down?
As my darling boyfriend would say in one of his sermons: Wow.
I don’t really think anything trips me up so often or so much as my thinking that I deserve to be treated any certain way or that if people don’t act according to my plans, then might as well move to China cause I’m puttin’ up that big of a wall. Guarantee it.
I catch myself doing this ALL the time. If I want a dinner for two after a long day at work, my trigger’s tripped when we make it a “group thang” on the fly. If you interrupt me mid-sentence, I’ll probably just clamp up since you obviously don’t care what I’m saying. If you attack the way I disciplined a child, I’ll take that as a personal slug, not as something that is looking out for the kido’s best interest.
Some people may call it princess. Some may call it primo donna. I call it pretty plumb sinful.
I am not proud of how often I catch myself thinking I am the core of the apple, the hinge on a door or the last can of hairspray on a southern woman’s shelf.
But I’m glad I do catch myself because, boy howdy, I don’t want to stay there. 1) It makes me miserable. I am never so restless or unhappy as when I am operating solely on the make-Sharayah-happy track. 2) It’s nottt lady-like. In fact, it’s downright child-like. 3) It’s even more downright wrong.
Jesus said we are to look not only to our own interests, but to the interests of others (Philippians 2:4). He said to love HIM with all our heart, soul and mind and to love our neighbors as ourselves (Matthew 22:37-39). The love for ourselves is assumed there as innate. We don’t need to practice self-love, no matter what that glossy magazine on the salon’s coffee table says. We do need to practice turning our love outward.
It’s just a good reminder to think about why we’re really here. Girls, we have one goal and one alone. That is to make Him famous. To know Him and love Him so authentically that we love people and show them how to know Him.
It doesn’t matter how perfect our manicures are or how “successful” our jobs are or how many people “like” our statuses on facebook. It doesn’t matter if we are respected, if we are treated nicely, if we are listened to or if we are appreciated. It doesn’t matter.
It’s not about us.
I’m really glad my dad told me over and over again that the world doesn’t revolve around me, because now I hear it no less clearly in my memory than I did in person.
We’re all going to forget, we’re all going to get side-tracked and we are ALL going to bristle sometimes when someone ignores what we think is our personal right to fair treatment. But as often as we forget, God will remind us of who we are and who He is. We are the created. He is the creator. And he already created a perfectly good axis for earth so He doesn’t need us to play understudy.
Let’s just focus on being true women who think first of others and use every part of our lives to point people to Christ like solar-powered landscape lights lead people to the porch.
Because, that, is the only thing that matters.