Today our youngest daughter turns 37. She asked me a couple of days ago if I could believe she is that old? I told her it was no problem considering that I had just turned 73 on the 1st. She then asked if I struggled believing I’m that old? I actually have never struggled with the age I am. It is more about wondering when the deteriorating side of life will begin for me since I’m at that age where it has happened for many folks I know.
Now, for the more important part of today’s journey–I had a conversation with a gentleman last night about his sponsoring a new person that asked him to do this. I know the person who had asked so he was wanting my advice. I just said to watch out for pride interfering with the person telling all of his story that needs to be addressed. When I had said this I knew this was a big problem for this person but I also knew it was big for most, if not all us.
This morning as I was journaling, I was brought back to this issue of pride. I have always hated pride having been raised by a father who exuded it. I’ve never wanted to be that way. However, I know how much my own pride stands in the way of me being fully honest. I battle it all the time when I want to yield to a temptation and, just for today, not tell my accountability person. Well, admitting it always provides the way of escape from it. Yielding to it only brings about the guilt and the need to now admit I yielded rather than confessed it ahead of time. There’s no guilt in doing this! God wants to help us if we will just follow His Spirit’s nudge.