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Selfishness or Stewardship: Physical, Spiritual and Financially


One of the issues I have had to come toe to toe with in this journey to better health is conquering the old belief that taking care of oneself is selfish. 

Part of this I attribute to my understanding of the socialist mentality surrounding my growing up that filled me with shame and guilt of any success.  

Another is misinterpretation of God's Word or at least my misunderstanding of what was being said.

That being said, I also stand firm against the craziness of going around "loving ourselves" and that we somehow deserve to be prosperous and are entitled to a life of ease.  

The materialistic and consumer mentality is just as dangerous!

I don't think we should be selfish or greedy.  I'm not promoting narcissism or the love of money and self. 

I also don't think we should use excuses to justify our lack of progress in our finances, health and spiritual life to our work for others.
I am going to be able to pursue the cry of my heart and the calling that God has for me,  I have to get my life in order first.

To build those character, habit and other muscles needed for the road ahead, I have to take responsibility for where I am today.  

To accept that I'm here because of my choices and my actions.  I'll be somewhere else because of choices and actions.








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