I know what you all think this post is going to be about. If you follow me on Twitter or dare to be my friend on Facebook, you have seen my recent posts about NYU. Yes, it is true, I got a huge envelop in the mail today telling me I have been accepted. To be honest, I applied because I thought "hey, why not?" None the less, I have been accepted and given a scholarship (it barely makes a dent in the tuition...)
But, I am not going to continue to talk about that experience. What really struck me today was that I go through life chalking up accomplishments in my name. Of course, the reason I can even apply to NYU is because I've worked hard in high school (yeah, right...). No, quite the opposite. I don't know who on God's green earth looked at my application, but they were most definitely smoking something.
Apart from my creator, I would not have been created. To pretend like my life is made possible because of me is foolish. For Pete's sake, God could zap me out of this life in a jiff. I am going to rain on my self-centered parade and get a grip.
Nothing I do is because of me. It is because I have a God who has the audacity to love me. It's crazy.