“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing” First Corinthians 13:1–3.
With all the doing in this world, though done without charity, it means nothing. In this descending thought, ego and conceit are the norms here, until now. Grace is keeping me a float, ready to stand on solid ground. 🙏🏾🎉