pride

i have come to realize the root of all my insecurities stem from this lovely 5 letter word P-R-I-D-E. daily i work towards running in the opposite direction and had this epiphany – “i work” is like running on a treadmill – my energy is exerted yet i don’t actually run towards anything – i am stuck in one place.

i’ve learned the best way to hide from pride is grace. i know that word is tossed about at the flip of a hat, but truthfully, without grace, i can do nothing. i would be a prideful, exhausted person always running in place trying to get to the next destination. and just when you feel as though you have made some progress on your own, a situation drops into your life and you realize that you sure haven’t made as much progress as you would have hoped.

i am wrong (most of the time), i talk too much (i don’t always need to insert my opinion into every conversation), my life is not picture perfect (no matter how hard i strive at it), and i can’t do it on my own (illustrated by my shortcomings and failures).

so i come away with these things: listen more, talk less, ask for help, and trust in god. all in all, i’d say this isn’t a bad place to be…