We didn’t start the fire… No seriously, we didn’t.
Monday, July 28th, 2008I turned 24 today.
Your Response: Oh, wow. Well, happy birthday, Craig.
Thank You.
But that’s not why I told you. I was spending some time today reflecting on just exactly what is so great that I have done with my life (which I believe has become an unintentional, annual ritual), and I realized that other then giving my sixth grade presentation on Luxembourg in exactly 10 minutes (and I mean exactly, the stopwatch read 00:10:00:00), nothing, really.
Now, I believe that God has done some incredible things through me and in me, but any attempts of greatness on my own, have undoubtedly fallen short. And lately I have been relying on my own means to spark greatness. And it’s like trying to start a fire by rubbing two sticks together, but all I have is two strips of licorice. Can you imagine how frustrating that would be? Not to mention ridiculous.






