The sentences and emails and phone calls start with the same word over and over: “I.”
Even the day’s thoughts start this way, as morning light slants through the bedroom window, nudging me awake. Eight times out of ten, the I’s have it.
I push back the covers, shuffle past the devotional book and the spot in the carpet where knees should bend first before I attempt anything else. I look at the blinking dots on the digital clock, and start counting the things to add to the lists. I can pray and walk at the same time, can’t I?
Before I can fix my eyes on the author and perfecter of our faith, my thoughts have zeroed in on the I. As if to say: I will assert myself to accomplish all that I need to do this day.
But this morning, I’m hushed by His greatness. How do I ever get tricked into thinking it’s all about me?
Last words on my lips last night were these: “I want to make much of you, Jesus.”
I was never very good at arithmetic, but this day starts with a math lesson in greater-than, less-than. I draw straight lines and loop letters and shake my head in awe over the infinite greatness of God.
ME. ME. ME. ME. me
JESUS. JESUS. JESUS. JESUS. JESUS.
“He must become greater; I must become less.” — John 3:30
Photos: Scripture doodles. God’s words take root in me with this simple exercise of doodling Bible verses.
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