Yesterday, I wrote about the trials I've been going through at work. In the post, I pointed a finger toward others rather than acknowledging the fingers pointing back at myself. But, much obliged to my virtual spiritual advisor, Revy Rev, who would not allow wallow in the self-pity. He, along with StraightTalk, made me confess to myself that "It Ain't About Me".

A hard confession? Yes. A necessary confession? Absolutely! So, it should come as no surprise that me and God have been having a real heart to heart conversation these past 24 hours. And He has surely reading me and telling me about myself. Ain't nothing I can say to defend myself because He knows all and besides my arms are just way too short to box with Him.

Needless to say, that I am currently in a state of self-reproval. Looking inward instead of outward. Acknowledging my short-comings, my deficiencies, and yes even my pride. I know that when I allow me to take over and not Him that no good can come. That I can not do His Will or the work that He has planned for me.

So, I going to keep praying asking God to be the Gatekeeper at my Lips and Order My Steps because I know that the Battle is Not Mine, It's the Lords.

Psalm 141
A psalm of David. LORD, I call to you; come quickly to help me; listen to my plea when I call. Let my prayer be incense before you; my uplifted hands an evening sacrifice. Set a guard, LORD, before my mouth, a gatekeeper at my lips. Do not let my heart incline to evil, or yield to any sin. I will never feast upon the fine food of evildoers. Let the just strike me; that is kindness; let them rebuke me; that is oil for my head. All this I shall not refuse, but will pray despite these trials. When their leaders are cast over the cliff, all will learn that my prayers were heard. As when a farmer plows a field into broken clods, so their bones will be strewn at the mouth of Sheol. My eyes are upon you, O GOD, my Lord; in you I take refuge; do not strip me of life. Guard me from the trap they have set for me, from the snares of evildoers. Into their own nets let all the wicked fall, while I make good my own escape.

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