Since poetry month failed royally (I bet you missed it, it was one post and just died), I thought I would post this instead:

For who do you know that really knows you, knows your heart? And even if they did, is there anything they would discover in you that you could take credit for? Isn’t everything you have and everything you are sheer gifts from God? So what’s the point of all this comparing and competing? You already have all you need. 1 Corinthians 4.7-8 (the message)

Just in case you needed that as much as I did this morning. Just. In. Case.