It seems it takes a lifetime to keep our eyes from roaming to and fro.... to keep them, and our hearts steadied on one thing alone.
I say this, late tonight, sleep sneaking nearby, creeping round my cozy pile of blankets, drawing my eyelids down further with each added moment....I say it before sleep hits. Before memory steals it away.

I am not humble.
I'm not good.

Those things aren't what my disposition leans toward.

But I know someone who is good and is humble. And I have put my hope in him, that he will erase all the lies of pride, and cover me, continually.... "like a broken record" with his blood. And he will keep reminding me, keep telling me, keep humbling me-not of my own accord,but so that I will look to him, and look only to him.

It was from him I have received everything. It is from him I've been given grace, love, hope, redemption.
It's all his fault if anything wise, or true, or right exits my mouth.

He is the cause and perpetrator of our joy- and of our life.
To God only be the glory through Jesus.