Why do I have to be the boss? Why do I have to be the one in charge? Why do I always have to be right about everything? Why is it so important to be recognized? Why do I fight for my rights so fiercely? I’m sure I haven’t learned to die well. My soul wars against daily death. I really find that I am in charge of very little. Only the things of my heart and mind can I yield. My words may be exact and my actions deliberate but often they only serve to anchor my self and empower my rights. I find brokenness the door to nearness. I find servant hood the way of my Lord. I long to since my life is pleasing to Him. This road flies in the face of my natural impulses. I have aspired to do great things when small common things were left undone: little kindnesses, a smile, eyes of compassion, just doing good because I can, being courteous and respectful to others with no agenda but to honor them. I want to be poured out for your glory. I want to be spent in anyway you see fit. I don’t want to draw back when it is my lot to bear the stroke. I want to endure graciously things that are inconvenient. May the lives of others be filled with the fragrance of who you are because I have chosen your way above my own.