After completing 7 days of morning pages, my cousin texted me and said:
“It was challenging and humbling and frustrating and interesting.”
To which I responded:
“Whew, humbling, I like that one.”
“Writing is humbling.”
As much as I pray for God to help me to remain humble, I don’t like the feeling of humbled.
But it’s so good for me.
This must be why my cousin's usage of humbling resonated.
It’s as if God says:
“You want to be humble? Write.”
“More humble? Publish.”
“Every day.”
Writing morning pages, unsure, and having doubts, is humbling for me.
I don’t know, and I don’t have control.
Whew, humbling. Writing is humbling.
Every day I write The Daily Tithe, and every day I’m humbled.
“Is this anything?”
“Are they going to like this?”
“Who do I think I am?”
“This sucks. No one will like this. You’re not a writer.”
Whew, humbling. Writing is humbling.
But it’s so good for me.
For my cousin and me, it’s writing.
For you, it might be..
What’s the thing for you?
The thing that’s..
Whew, humbling.
______ is humbling.
Might that be the gift?
For you..?