Rights.
I've grown up in America. America has written down, taught me, made me memorize, debated, voted for, voted against, fought for, died for...
Rights. I been cultured to think that the more position I have, the more right I have to demand. Feelings of entitlement and justification expressed by the level of esteem in which I can identify. I am in a position of authority, I have the right to be spoken to with respect. I am 23 years old, I have the right to buy and do subjectively whatever I choose. I have a degree, I have the right to a good job. I have the right to speak intelligibly about subjects. I have the right.
I have one right. I have the right to be humble and serve. I have the right to forget that 'rights' even exist. I have the joy to experience Him when I seek Him, not because I deserve or earn, but because I have been promised this gift. I receive
His presence as honor to my the offering of my life. I has authored to this world not to be His reflection, but to be His display, to shine. Him within me, released around me, changing them.
Entitlement disappointed shares the markings of bitterness and hate, opposing joy and peace. When I can realize what I have been given was not deserved, merited, or warranted, and I give without thought to reception, it is then, I walk in humility, positioned to release power.
