Me, Myself, and I

When I was just a young kiddo and attending one of the numerous pity parties I held for myself, my Dad would invariably work in the phrase “me, myself, and I” somewhere into the conversation whilst comforting me. He wanted to teach me that despite however much I wanted it to be, life did not revolve around me. A much as I could dwell, whine, complain, dig in my heels, sulk, and otherwise be miserable – it didn’t matter. Life does not revolve around me.

Those lessons were exemplified when I looked at my Mom’s behaviors. My mother was definitely a ‘me, myself, and I” person. For some reason, my mother felt that she needed to be the center of attention – that everyone must love and adore her. She couldn’t help it. Everything was about her. When I was a child of eight years old, I clearly saw her ploy. I vividly remember her birthday when the she felt that the gifts that she received were not up to what she deserved. Her pity party of “me, myself, and I” consisted of running to her bedroom, flinging herself on the bed, crying and wallowing almost as poorly as a two-year old’s temper tantrum. The wailing would continue until she thought that her audience was no longer around, but if she heard a noise from someone in the house, it would ramp right back up again. She wanted her family to know just, beyond a shadow of a doubt, just how horribly we had treated her. She wanted us to grovel and fawn all over her. Sadly, this process of her “me, myself, and I” pity parties would repeat itself over the course of her life. The more she carried on, the less we paid attention.

And occasionally I too would sink, not quite as far, into temper tantrums as my mother displayed. When I had done something worthwhile I wanted others to notice and praise me. Let’s face it, I think that we all like to be recognized when we’ve done something great, gone out of our way to do something, or achieved something of significance. It feels good to acknolwedged and rewarded with heaps of praise. It’s the old “look at me” mentality, aren’t I wonderful? Me, myself, and I.

Would you agree that most of us function with our thoughts and hearts engaged in the tangible world of “here and now?” We think about what we can see, feel, taste, touch, and hear. We focus our consciousness on ourselves, our family, our state of affairs. and in the process we exclude God – the Holy Spirit. We seldom stop to hear the still small voice of God’s Spirit giving us wisdom and direction. We don’t notice that He’s calling us away from our unholy trinity of “me, myself, and I.” We need to take our hands off of the reins and surrender our control over to our Father, the Master of the Universe. It’s a goal worthy of obtaining for sure. I just need to get “me, myself, and I” out of the way.

Let Paul’s words in Ephesians 3:14-21 become our prayer:

“For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith-that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen. (Ephesians 3:14, ESV)

No, life does not revolve around me, it doesn’t revolve around you either. Are you willing to give up on me, myself, and I? Life, all life revolves around our merciful Heavenly Father, and for that I am thankful.


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