I just finished reading Louie Giglio’s book “i am not but i know I AM” and it is so good! I highly recommend it! I came to this one part a few days ago that is just really powerful. I find myself so often trying to live for me and my fame when it’s really God’s story that I have been invited to be a part of. This is an excerpt from “i am not but i know I AM” (used with permission)
And how would we know when we have slipped back into the story of us? We know when we see these telling signs:
When I live like I’m privileged, I have lost the plot. In other words, when I start acting like I deserve a certain outcome or a higher standard of life, I have failed to strike the fatal blow to self and am living like I actually have rights in this world apart from God.
When I am demanding, I have lost the plot, insisting that God and others meet my need on the timetable that I see fit.
When I act pompous, I have lost the plot, thinking that I am somebody while only proving that I haven’t had a good look at God today.
When I crumble under pressure, I have lost the plot, declaring that the outcome of life rests squarely on my shoulders, not His.
When I start protecting, I have lost the plot, marking turf as though it were actually mine and forgetting that everything I have comes first from above.
When I crave the spotlight for myself, I have lost the plot, losing sight of the story line and the one true Star. And every time I do it I waste one of life’s fleeting chances to make my life truly count by amplifying Him.
When I fail to celebrate the successes of others who are living for His fame, I have lost the plot, thinking that possibly we are on different teams when we actually share supporting roles in the same story.
When I dwell on feelings of being unloved, unnoticed, or insignificant, I have lost the plot, abandoning the miracle of knowing God on a first-name basis.
All of these privileged, demanding, arrogant, frazzled, turf-protecting, glory-stealing, self-loathing moments are nothing more than a clarion call alerting us to the fact that it’s time to die again, reminders that the life of smallness requires a vigilant watch and a constant willingness to strike the fatal blow to the heart of me. But to die to self is to gain on an unfathomable scale- a daily funeral that is nothing more than the doorway to a life filled with the matchless wonder of all that He is.