St. Paul said, "I boast of my weakness."
My pride makes it difficult to bear my mediocrity. At the same time, I am aware of my worth.
At Taliesen West recently, the docent told an anecdote about Frank Lloyd Wright. An interviewer observed, "You've been called the greatest architect of modern times." FLW replied, "I didn't say that, but if I had, no-one could call me arrogant."
I thought of Christ before Pilate, when Pilate asks, "Are you the King of the Jews?" Christ--the one Person for whom it would have been impossible to over-estimate himself--replies, "You say so." In other words, I didn't say it, but since you have, I'm not going to repute it. Christ was never Oh no, no, don't bother about me. He said, The poor you will always have with you: bring on the nard. He said, Let the little children come unto me--for him, a priceless gift. He said, Pray with me an hour...and we mostly can't, or won't...
So--I boast of my weakness. And as Dostoyevsky said, "There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings."