Tripp starts it off with a hammer:

People make good friends and loved ones, but they make bad messiahs. Life is only ever found in Christ.

Then the sledge hammer: “I do tend to put people in the place of God and ask them to do for me what only He can do.” To further quote Tripp: “I look to people, who suffer from the same condition of sin, weakness, and failure as I do, as if they were the fourth member of the Trinity. I ask them to:

• give me identity
• to heal my hurts
• to cause me to be happy” (end of quote)

But they can’t. Never have. Never will. How can they? They have the same issue I have: SIN. No human being can be my personal Savior.

I’m struggling with that right now. Not me but Jo. Her attitude toward me. My two bicycle accidents have her almost “clinging” to me. Her words of “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you” don’t boost me. They devastate me. They discourage me. I want to be important to her, the most important person on this planet, but not THAT important! Sort of like the lyrics from Mr. Roboto (Styx): “I’m not your savior; I’m not your hero; forget what you know.” I’m not. I can’t be anyone’s all. That is a burden I don’t want to carry nor was I meant to carry it.

“Father, You are life. You are breath. I need You. Rid me of the desire to satisfy myself outside of you. To find meaning outside of you. To find life and salvation outside of you. You be my Savior! For good.”