While I’m pretty into myself, it’s nice to know I’m not the ultimate.

David wrote: Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

Good news—a rock stands higher than I.

I’m not number one; it’s not all about me; I’m not the pinnacle of evolutionary progress; I ain’t all that and a bag of chips; I cannot be anything I want to be; I cannot do anything I set my mind to; I don’t have to figure it all out; I don’t need to live large; I don’t have to rely totally on myself; I’m not a rock nor an island; I don’t have to hide; I don’t have to influence; I can let the Joneses move ahead; I don’t have to fade into despair.

Because the rock that is higher than I holds room for me, and the Lord waits to lead me there.

Psalm 61 in reading the Bible cover to cover.

Photo by Simon Berger