Dying.

When you are forgotten or neglected or purposely set at naught,and you do not sting and hurt

at the oversight,but your heart is happy, being counted worthy to suffer for Christ;

that is dying to self.

When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed,your advice disregarded, your opinions ridiculed,and you refuse to let anger rise in your heartor even defend yourself, but take all in patient loving silence;

that is dying to self.

When you quietly forbear any disorder, any irregularity,any impunctuality, or any annoyance;when you can stand face to face with waste, folly,extravagance, spiritual insensibility and endure it as Jesus endured it;

that is dying to self.

When you are content with any food, any offering, any raiment,any climate, any society, any solitude, any interruption by the will of God;

that is dying to self.

When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation,or to record your own good works, or itch after commendation;when you can truly love to be unknown,

that is dying to self.

When you can receive correction and reproof from oneof less stature than yourself and can humbly submit inwardlyas well as outwardly, finding no rebellion orresentment rising up within your heart,

that is dying to self.

~Unknown (maybe for a good reason) Blessings :o)