i just finished reading "i am not but i know I AM" by louie giglio, founder of Passion. this is my favorite passage:.
And how would we know when we have slipped back into the story of us?
And how would we know when we have slipped back into the story of us?
We know when we see these telling signs.
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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 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.
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When I am demanding, I have lost the plot, insisting that God and others meet my needs on the timetable that I see fit.
When I am demanding, I have lost the plot, insisting that God and others meet my needs on the timetable that I see fit.
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When I crumble under the pressure, I have lost the plot, declaring that the outcome of life rests sqaurely on my shoulders, not His.
When I crumble under the pressure, I have lost the plot, declaring that the outcome of life rests sqaurely on my shoulders, not His.
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When I start protecting, I have lost the plot, marking turf as though it were actually mine and forgetting that everything I have comes from above.
When I start protecting, I have lost the plot, marking turf as though it were actually mine and forgetting that everything I have comes from above.
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When I crave the spotlight for myself, I have lost the plot, losing sight of the story line and the one true Star.
When I crave the spotlight for myself, I have lost the plot, losing sight of the story line and the one true Star.
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And every time I do it I waste one of life's fleeting chances to make my life truly count by amplifying Him.
And every time I do it I waste one of life's fleeting chances to make my life truly count by amplifying Him.
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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 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.
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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.
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.
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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 in the heart of me.
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 in the heart of me.
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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.
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.
1 comment:
wow.
I love this. and that first/last quote.
such great stuff
btw-I got your christmas present and its really cool (imagine me saying that in a sing-song voice)
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