I lead a good number of my problems off based on whom I tend to think to please.  It’s a major problem and it’s one I hardly even catch myself on very much, until lately.  I’ve really been getting pushy recently though.  I have to be!  Adam = some predy’dang stupid

I just don’t understand why my flesh wants other flesh to admire it so much; It’s empty.  If I had hundreds of people flood my email and voice mail every day telling me what they think admirable, I wouldn’t find a grain of satisfaction, but only be more misguided and more frustrated with my own performance.

I’m a people pleaser because I really want to take pride in myself.  Proud flesh is horrible.  It needs to be broken…  but in that cry for help I seek mercy, not punishment for being so corrupted.  I see how self-centered I can be.  Most days I feel it defines me.  I’ve been told before but I was so proud I couldn’t even let any guidance in.

God’s both as tender and as harsh as he needs to be with me from day to day.  I have some stories to share,  theories to explain and morals to count, but it’s late.   Expect more on ‘pleasing’ soon.