I recently had a moment where time seemed to stand still. Faced with conviction and on the cusp of a breakdown, I wept for a few minutes. After praying and seeking reprieve with God, I realized that something was wrong. Not wanting to rush the thought process, I sat down and stared at the wall, then the arm chair across the room. For what seemed like a good long pause it then occured to me that I had lost perspective, even if just for a moment.

What did I want?

Did I even consider what God wants?

Where is God in my life? In my friends? where is my path for today?

All these questions never came to mind on a daily basis. Really, they should.

There should be no loss of perspective, because with loss of perspective comes misconception of purpose.

So I did what any one I admire would do. I gave up. My "self" that is.

God didn't tell us to be dead to the world but alive to Him for nothing after all.

I just hope I don't forget to do it again tomarrow