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Shine - Matthew 5:16


"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven."

Ephesians 2:7 - It's about Who gets the glory for the good things they see in my. And I think more important for me today, it's about the dialogue in my head when someone compliments me.

Do I believe that I am somehow worthy of that praise inherently? Or do I believe that I am working out who God designed me to be and so the glory goes to Him?

I am salt. I am light. I am not behaving as both or either. Does my light blind people with its intensity? Does my salt kill fields?
Or does my light illuminate the road? Does my salt bring out other flavors and help maintain health?


Jesus,
May I always be about You, not me. And when I'm not, would You gently shed light on that place so it becomes clear? Then help me knock down the idol I've erected and clean up the mess it leaves when it is destroyed?
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