God has this incredible but often annoying tendency to set me right when I get a little full of myself.
My ability to puff up my own ego is usually done subconsciously. In fact, I don’t wake up every morning thinking, “how can build up my ego today?”
I don’t go about seeking ways to do so.
Ego-building is done more passively.
It comes to me, either via a compliment, or positive statement, or an acknowledgement of an achievement.
Now there is nothing wrong with a compliment or even a good review of my book. In many ways, we all need those. However, when I don’t deflect those praises up to God, then I kind of tuck those warm-fuzzies away into a giant Hefty bag in the back of my head.
Eventually, that bag gets bigger and bigger, stretches more and more, until every molecule of that bag has reached critical mass.
