|The Tiny Human|
The applause, the balloons, the ruckus...
She was oblivious.
She had no idea that it was all about her.
Sometimes I want to go back to that place for myself.
It's easy, when you hear people say, "Wow--you got a book contract in a recession..."
"Wow--you really stuck with it through the rejection..."
"Wow--your writing really touched me..."
The ruckus... it's all about me.
But then the wake-up comes; the moment where you weep in the church pew. And you realize that your creator--He is your salvation, and the story is about Him.
It belongs to God.
(Words by Erma Davison)