Lately the voice in my head that my heart recognizes as the Spirit, is surprisingly, the voice of my almost-three-year-old. It sounds weird, even to me. But there it is. In November she told me, correctly so, that the state of someone elses heart was “not you business.” The phrase has been showing up ever since. And she is right. All that junk is not my business.
What people think of you? That not you business.
Whether or not people believe you, that you are trying to follow God? That not you business.
That thing that is between someone else and God? That is for SURE not you business.
What is going to be the next step, once you finish this one? That not you business….yet.
As I put together this book proposal, edit chapters, send it to people whose opinions matter to me, I am inundated with thoughts that are not my business. What if no one wants to publish my book? What if everyone thinks I am lying? What if it flops, what if it succeeds beyond my wildest expectations? Right now, that is not my business. And in that phrase, there is freedom.
So today, let me be your not-quite-three-year-old prophet.
What people think, what you are supposed to be doing 5 years from now: That not you business.
Whether or not someone else is doing their job. How someone else is slacking: That not you business.
What that other thinks of that thing you tweeted at them but you meant well but what if they take it the wrong way? If they never bring it up: That not you business.
Stick to the things that are yours to have, but everything else?
That not you business.
