Why yes, it is the name of one of my favorite Jeremy Camp songs. It hits me where it hurts.
Every single word I say, You know it before I speak.
You know every thought, the deepest part of me.
You draw me close and then I see...
Your presence is everything I need
To be the child that You've created me to be.
Can I tell you something I don't often admit? I am needy. I need to start admitting it more. But, wow...this is difficult to talk about. I don't want to talk about it because it is true. If I tell you I'm needy you'll see a flaw, a pretty serious one. And to know what people are like and how they judge and abuse knowledge and get all self-righteous, it is scary to admit I have a weakness.
Well of course you already know I have weaknesses and flaws. You may have already found some and are just waiting to see if they show up again. For what? To maybe feel a little better about your flaws? Oh now...wait? Don't go there? We both have a problem, friend. It's called pride.
Pride causes me to want to hide things. Like this being needy. I don't want to admit that I like it when people say something nice about me or about what I write. It feels good. And yes, God did give us the Spirit so that we will encourage our siblings. And we should do that whenever we can. But when I hear praise, I don't want it to become my reason. I don't want to write so that my reward becomes the praise. I don't want to write so that my reward is a blessing. I want to write to bless Him. So as my Father, He will read it, smile and say, "She did listen!"
But I am needy. And I can't "hear" Him. So He sends a sibling in my life to put an arm around me. A sibling to say, "That's really good." And I feel better...for a little while. It seems to be a never ending cycle. Needy writer writes. Feels uncertainty. Must be insane. Who else is like this? Depression. Discouragement God sends approval. Feels good. Yeah...it is good, isn't it? I should be proud of it, shouldn't I?
Is this the point at which I'm supposed to pay attention? Did I just take the credit for what God gave me? Did I take credit for writing something? Did I just overlook the fact that God sent someone especially for me, specifically for me? Do I think I'm a better writer than someone else? Do I think I'm more deserving somehow? Is that "self-justification" kicking in? Am I believing that I am better at characterization? Plotting? Dialogue? Craft? And is that other person another writer who is writing for God??? How did I get here?
I'm ready now to see it your way
Lay Down my pride
It would be far better for me to acknowledge on a constant basis that I am nothing without that which He gives. Better for me to admit I'm needy. Because He already told me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness" and I ignored Him.
Ready now to see it your way
'Cause I'm done
Now its true
I'm kneeling at the cross of your grace