Day 7 – It’s Not About Me

Day 7 – It’s Not About Me

April 7, 2026 — Tuesday

There are meetings that move business forward.

And then there are moments that shift your perspective completely.

Yesterday was the latter.

A Different Kind of Meeting

Tuesday mornings at the church start with staff prayer.

Not casually.

Intentionally.

Every week, people fill out connect cards,
prayer requests, praise reports, real life situations.

And what I didn’t fully grasp until yesterday…

Is how seriously this is taken.

Every request is printed.
Every situation is laid out.

And as a staff, we gather in the sanctuary, pick up those cards…

…and we pray.

What People Are Really Carrying

This was my first time experiencing it as staff.

So I grabbed a few cards, sat down…

…and started reading.

And almost immediately…

I felt it.

The weight of what people are carrying.

Health issues.
Financial pressure.
Struggles with their kids.
Pain I can’t see… but they live with every day.

I’ve sat in boardrooms.
Led executive meetings.
Made high-level decisions.

But I’ve never walked into a room and felt like this.

I was choked up.

Because in that moment, something became very clear:

You think your problems are big…
until you see what others are walking through.

The Shift

And then something else happened.

As I started praying

Not from obligation…
but from a real place

I felt a shift.

It wasn’t about me anymore.

Not my schedule.
Not my pressure.
Not my priorities.

Just…

People.

And their needs.

And their pain.

The Freedom of Focus

There’s something I’ve heard before, but never fully experienced like this:

When your focus is on yourself,
your problems feel heavier.

But when your focus shifts to others,

Something lifts.

It’s not that your problems disappear.

It’s that they lose their grip.

Because now you’re not asking:

“What do I need?”

You’re asking:

“How can I serve?”

Praying Beyond Myself

Afterward, we gathered as a team.

We prayed for all the people who came during Easter,
especially those who may have stepped into church for the first time…
or for the first time in a long time.

Someone else prayed first.

Then it was my turn.

And something happened that I can’t fully explain.

The words just came.

Not rehearsed.
Not structured.

Just… flowing.

Longer than I expected.

Deeper than I planned.

And in that moment, I knew:

This wasn’t just me.

I don’t even remember everything I said.

But I remember the heart behind it:

For the lost.
For the searching.
For the ones who took a step back toward God this weekend.

Because I’ve been there.

And I know what that moment feels like.

A Growing Pull

The rest of the day looked normal on the surface.

Learning systems.
Handling responsibilities.
Working through tasks.

But underneath it,

There’s something growing.

A pull.

Toward communicating.

Toward speaking.

Toward delivering messages that actually move people.

I even changed my small group message last minute.

Scrapped what I had.

Started over.

And spent time rehearsing.

Because something in me is saying:

This matters.

The Tension

I’m stepping into something that requires more than skill.

More than experience.

It requires:

Presence.
Sensitivity.
Dependence.

And I’m still learning what that looks like.

The Anchor

“It is more blessed to give than to receive.” Acts 20:35

Not just financially.

But in attention.
In prayer.
In focus.

Closing Thought

I walked into that room thinking about my responsibilities.

I walked out realizing something deeper:

The moment life stops being about you…
is the moment it actually starts meaning something.