You Have Nothing To Prove
Hi.
It’s me again.
I’m still reading CJ Casciotta’s little book Get Weird.
On Sunday, when I spoke in church, I shared this part from CJ’s book:
I remember sitting down one night with Kelly and admitting to her that most days I wake up feeling I have something to prove to the world, how this problem seems unshakable, a weight chained to my ankle that only gets heavier with each passing season. She looked at me with a calm, earnest glimmer in her eye, the kind that first drew me to her, the kind that will still shine just as strong once the rest of her has faded and folded, and asked, “What if you changed your perspective from having something to prove to having something to give?”
In that mundane, painfully ordinary moment, while I was sitting on the couch in our living room, truth came crashing into me through this strange and profound little thought.
Something to give.
It’s a phrase I write on my hand whenever I’m about to do something that makes me nervous. It’s something I let rise to the surface of my soul whenever I’m busy comparing myself to someone else.
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It’s such a simple truth—one we need to be reminded of often: You have nothing to prove… you have something to give.
Today, I read this:
There are those quiet, constant people whose arms our… Read More
