Icky ick ick. Oh ego, you ridiculously fragile ballast! I thought I'd banished you by now. I hate when you show up all insecure, trying to garnish credit and edge into the limelight. You ruin things. You steal honor and joy that rightfully belong to others. You turn beautiful tasks into garbage, and you wrestle glory from Jesus' hands. I hate you. I mean, I really hate you. I wish you were dead. But you're so hard to kill. -Jen HatmakerNo kidding.
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