He told me to breathe at the beginning of this year. To breathe, and to open my hands and my heart up, and to receive. I thought breathing was hard. I thought opening was harder. But receiving? This is the hardest of all, because it means that I need. It means that I am lacking something that must be given to me. It means waiting and it means hoping. It means letting go of my pride and letting go of myself to let someone else speak into my life.
Humility is born in “thank you,” in the quiet opening of a heart to receive something from someone else’s hand, to stand a little to the left (or right) of centre and allow someone else glory for what they have given. Every day, I meet again my need to learn this. Every day I need grace to stand to the side for someone else. Every day, I am given more than I know how to receive.