A Giant Called Humble

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One day as the sun rose to light up the little fishing village, where every sort of person worked and lived with their families and friends. A giant approached. The people in the village immediately panicked throwing down their work and running to hide. Shaking and trembling the village waited, hoping that the giant would see that no one was home and just keep walking. The rumble of heavy steps shook the scared people to there core; one woman was huddled in her home wrapping her three children in a protective hug. When with fear and alarm, she realized one was missing, and it was her littlest one to boot. In a flash of panic the woman stood. Running from her home to the street where her daughter had been playing only moments ago.

The quaking of the earth grew, and the village grew dark in the shadow of the giant now directly upon the town. The woman noticed her daughter standing down the lane at the edge of the village looking up to the approaching Giant. “Daughter, run!!!” The woman yelled dreadfully, as she was frozen with fear, for she knew the Giant would see her daughter and eat her up as an appetizer, only making him hungry for more.
“Please, Giant do not eat my daughter take me instead, and leave this village,” the woman begged, still standing at her door.

The little girl turned to the sound of her mother’s terrified scream and said. “Mommy, why are you so afraid, this man is hungry and needs our help? “No! She yelled that is not a man daughter, it is a giant.” “No mommy, you are seeing what you want to see and looking through fear, he is just a man. You do not need to be afraid.” The woman was stunned, her eyes had deceived her. She had been so focused on the giant shadow; she did not see the starving man who had cast it as a spell. She felt foolish and ashamed. But she was not the only one, for only the little girl who was born without sight could see the truth in the poor man’s plight.

I am entering into an exciting phase of my life. I have found something that I am genuinely passionate about doing every day, and sometimes all day. And my old habits of running on self-propulsion and self will are trying with all their might to sneak back into my everyday life.

I would like to say that I am enjoying the success of this phase of my life, but the truth is I struggle every day to enjoy it. I always want more. I want more inspiration, more readers, more book sales, more money, more friends, more validation, more persuasion, and more success.

I crave it like a stampeding giant. “Feed me,” it calls reaching out for more from the back of my mind. Until I lose my sight and am only able to see the shadow, I have cast. No longer able to recognize the man I am, for the man I want to become.

It is part of my journey and my process, to practice humility on some level every day. Humility to me is when the idea of who I am matches the reality of who I am. When I am in that place, I feel settled and am able to be fed by the people in the village. When I lose that and go stomping through my life as the giant shadow, the man I am begins to starve allowing my shadow to scare off the people I love and the phase that I am so obviously blessed to be in.

I am writing this because I struggle every day with the feeling of being Rightsized and knowing just where I am, is where I am supposed to be on my journey. Which if you told me six months ago, that I would have published two books, one making it to number 1 on Amazon’s best sellers and in the process of writing two others, I would have laughed in your face.

Yet, I forget myself and see the shadow of the giant I desperately think I want to be. I know that if I spend my life chasing that giant, I will become the man who starves to death, instead of the man who is fed and loved just as he is.

Have a great day.

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5 thoughts on “A Giant Called Humble

  1. Humility is just as elusive as perfection. We strive for both, but if we think we have become either, we are far from it. Very sweet story.

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  2. Dude, you are an inspiration! Love reading your blog and love you, brother.

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    1. Thank you, Trey. I am glad you are enjoying reading it. I am loving writing it.

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  3. The way you put things into perspective is really something. I enjoyed this as well. 😊

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