I was listening to a friend talk about how she used to believe God was nothing more than a cosmic cop. A divine policeman up in the sky watching and waiting for her to screw up so He could write her a ticket. The only benefit to being “good” was just not getting that ticket.
I didn’t consider that bug to have value. It was too small and insignificant to matter to me. A waste of my time, an irritant.
Yet how often did I feel like that myself -- small, unremarkable, insignificant, not contributing anything outstanding to the world, a waste of time, of talent, of anything that matters?