Lord, Is It Me?

I was studying Matthew 26 today when the Holy Spirit drew my attention to verse 22, the moment when Jesus spoke about His betrayal and each of His disciples paused to ask, “Lord, is it me?”

This story has been told countless times, and honestly, every single time I read it, I always wish I could give Judas a heavy, brain-resetting knock for having the audacity to betray our sweet and loving Saviour.

However, today was different. In the middle of my Judas-judging moment, the Spirit of God quietly interrupted my thoughts and led me to reflect on how often we point accusing fingers at others, forgetting that we too are very human: frail, imperfect, and capable of making mistakes.

That reflection drew me deeper into a quiet conversation about pride and toxicity, and I’d love to share a few notes from what the Holy Spirit revealed to me.

There is a very thin line between pride and self-confidence. It is so thin that we often blur it without realizing. Many of the things we proudly label as “confidence” are, in truth, pride in disguise. The difference may seem subtle, but it is deeply significant. 

Confidence is grounded in self-awareness (a quiet assurance of who we are in Christ), while pride stems from an inflated sense of self-importance that subtly shifts our focus from God to self.

Sometimes, what we call “knowing our worth” becomes a quiet refusal to listen or learn. What we defend as “setting boundaries” can sometimes slip into arrogance or disregard for others.

While we’re at it, let’s talk about toxicity.

It’s easy to recognize toxic traits in others, to call them out, or to distance ourselves. But what if we, too, are masking toxicity under layers of acceptable behaviour? What if we have wrapped it neatly in religion or personality)

I know that one stings a bit ( sorrryyyy, but let’s be real with ourselves abi?).

My hope is that we will remain humble enough to step back when the Holy Spirit nudges us to pause, reflect, and allow Him to shape us. We truly grow by letting Grace refine the parts of us that still need work.

So perhaps today, instead of asking, “Who’s toxic?” or “Who’s proud?” we should quietly ask,

“Lord, is it me?”

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