It’s not about me.

I’ve uttered these words under my breath over and over again.

During prayers.
In the middle of arguments.
On good days and bad.

And it’s true.

It is not about me.

This isn’t to say you or I are not important.
We matter.
Each and every life matters.
But like we are reminded as children, the world doesn’t revolve around us.

And I’m thankful it doesn’t.

When I remind myself that this isn’t about me, I’m turning myself back to the One who it is all about.

This life isn’t, wasn’t, and hasn’t ever been about me.

It’s not about me.

It’s about Jesus.
For all things are from and through Him.
And may all of this be for Him.