what is the right kind of pride, and what is the wrong kind of pride?
when i leave my house without makeup and wet hair my mom will say something like, "have you no pride?"
but when i hate what other people are thinking about me, due to series of dishonesty on others' parts, i feel really prideful... and i think this is the wrong kind. actually, i know it is.
this all goes along with what i've been thinking about this worship song i've been listening to where they talk about Jesus "washing the feet of the ones he loves..."
how humbling. to have the creator of the stars on his knees, washing the feet of his very own servant.
there has to be something in each of our lives that would be incredibly humbling to experience. for one person, the most humbling thing in the world could be someone washing their feet. and for another, it could be having their bills payed for.
for me, it is stepping outside of my comfort zone - looking into once trusted eyes that have changed my little world. for me it is waking up every morning, and being able to rest in the secure love of my family, my boyfriend, his family...
i am humbled when i am reminded of my Jesus.
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