That is, God doesn't need me. Nor does he need you, for that matter. Yet I'm compelled to serve him. I am tempted to question why he would choose me for the work to which I'm called. Then I'm reminded that he is the kind of God who works for those who wait on him, that he is not served by human hands as though he needed anything. So he must have some other reason for calling me. It's surely not because he needs what I have to offer . . .
If you make yourself exercise, you will feel better. You really will. And you'll like yourself better. You'll have a little more self respect. It's not the answer to everything, but it does some good, you know.
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