When I start to feel big headed, I just remember that I was only given my gifts because of how special everyone else is and my soul’s duty to them as a bride.
My gifts are for all.
I’m a worker. And if it weren’t for the opportunity to serve, I’d be nothing. Probably dead, or never born in the first place.
I serve a very special need for a very special purpose - and it ain’t mine. I am simply a vehicle.
Really brings it into perspective.