Like that mosquito in my bedroom as I'm trying to sleep...I can't seem to slap it to it's death. Pride. Gross, nasty, ugly, and in constant competition for my heart and my thoughts.
"...everything He does is right and all His ways are just. And those who walk in pride He is able to humble." Daniel 4:37
"I'd rather humble myself than force God to humble me. Let's allow the circumstances and weaknesses, and any thorns in the flesh God has chosen to leave, to do the job they were sent to do - provoke humility." Beth Moore "Breaking Free" workbook
This battle is one I don't know will end before my time on this earth has finished. I'm so thankful for the ways He continues to remind me to be humble. And the times I don't "hear" Him, he gently brings me to my knees. And yet it seems it can only be moments later that I find myself being seduced again by pride.
(Why am I even making this post?? IS IT MY PRIDE?!)
Ugh. Human-ness. Fallen-ness. I'm so very aware of how much I need filling up and carried by my Savior.
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