It's not about me

We seldom, if ever, have it all figured out. I was going along just fine, and then, slowly but surely, I felt squeezed out. The ones I had mentored and developed began to replace me, and I felt like a misfit. So I did the logical thing: I resigned. But my leader showed me that I had totally missed the point. I had done such a good job, in fact, that I was promoted from the guy who was performing the task to the guy who had become designated to support those who were performing the task. Once again I had to learn: It's not about me. Could it be that the less we fit in here--where we see, feel, here, touch, taste and smell--the more we fit in there--where the reward awaits those who have been faithful to the higher calling?