So bound in selfishness am I, so chained,I know it must be glorious to be freeBut know not what, full-fraught, the word doth mean.By loss on loss I have severely gainedWisdom enough my slavery to see;But liberty, pure, absolute, serene,No freest-visioned slave has ever seen.George McDonald  The Diary of an Old Soul
We are selfish creatures. Â Selfish to the bone. Â And as soon as we succeed a little at putting the needs and wants of others ahead of ourselves, we’re thinking about how much we’ve sacrificed our time or our money or our dreams for someone else. Â And we’re plotting to get that time… or that money….or that dream back. Â And maybe I shouldn’t include you in my ‘we’. Â Maybe I can only speak for the profoundly selfish tendencies I see in myself. Â You’d think that motherhood would have cured me of this. Â But it hasn’t. Â I still viciously protect certain things in my life, Â that I forbid even mothering to encroach upon. Â I want some time ‘to myself’. Â I want some things ‘to myself’. Â If we’re brutally honest, we spend most of our lives making provisions for our own selfish desires. Â Â Even the love we have for our children is tainted with selfishness. We want them to look and dress and act the right way. Â And even all those hours we spend toting them around to lessons, Â seemingly a selfless act, is riddled with selfishness. Â We want them to be the best at whatever they do. Â Partly because it reflects well on us. Â
Have you ever noticed that when you tell a story that involves you, the tendency is to portray yourself in the best possible light. Â We will sacrifice almost anything at the altar of self-preservation. Â And I know, I know what you’re gonna say. Â Â And it’s true. Â It’s the way we’re made. Â At least it’s the way we’ve been since the fall of Adam in the garden. Â We are turned in on ourselves. Â We can only see things from our own selfish perspective. Â Â
Oh how I long for the day when I am free from the shackles and tyranny  of this ‘slavery’ as McDonald calls it.Â
 But until then, I am determined to practice.  Today, I will purposely, and with reckless abandon,  practice giving myself away.  I will pray for God’s strength to see with new eyes the needs of others.  I will ask His wisdom in showing me how to be a servant.  How to see the world through another’s eyes.  I will echo the beautiful words of George McDonald as I pray for God to do for me what I cannot do for myself. Â
From thine, as then, the healing virtue goesInto our hearts-that is the Father’s plan.From heart to heart it sinks, it steals, it flows,From these that know thee still infecting those.Here is my heart–from Thine, Lord, fill it up,That I may offer it as the holy cupOf thy communion to my every man.

