I’ve been asking God to help me deal with some things the past few days. I asked him to change my attitude. I was hoping it would be one of those moments when you roll out of bed and your hair falls in place and you just bypass the mirror for the perfect beginning to a stressfree day! No. Instead, God pulled me aside today and poured some nasty medicine into a spoon and proceeded to put it in my mouth. Then he looked at me a little closer, and just poured the whole bottle down my throat.
It tasted awful, however it could have been worse. It came totally by surprise, and that’s where God can be pretty merciful. If you don’t see the medicine coming and you take it real fast, it actually doesn’t take long for it to start working. If I had known the medicine was coming, I would have built up a mountain of resistance. I probably would have thrown it to the ground. I would have devised ways not to take the medicine. I would have tried to figure out how to make someone else take it.
But alas, I look up and GULP there it is, in all it’s bitter glory. Yeah, it managed to skip across every taste bud on the way down, and there was that familiar aftertaste that no amount of water could cleanse.
Hours later, the medicine has fully kicked in, and the ailment has vanished, although I probably will experience the sickness again. I expect, however, that my immune system has been strengthened, and I will do my best to avoid activities that might expose me to this virus called pride. The medicine? It’s been around for centuries. No prescription necessary, just good old fashioned humility.
Author: rwren
Musician, writer, reader, thinker, worshiper, leaning on the Gospel, depending on Grace, learning obedience, failing, falling, getting back up.
Married to Tina, father to Gage, covenant member of The Village Church.
Convictions
I love her because she has convictions and isn’t afraid to speak her mind in front of others.
Embarrassed Mavs Fan
I’m embarrassed to be a Mavs fan today. Not because our team gave up 3 losses in a row to the Heat. Not because we look poised to throw away a golden opportunity to win a championship, which took 26 years to obtain and who knows about the next time.
I’m ashamed to call myself a fan of the Dallas Mavericks today because the face of the franchise (unfortunately) hasn’t learned to lose with dignity, and doesn’t show an ounce of humility in winning.
After his tirade of "F" bombs last night, for me it became of a final straw of disappointment. This isn’t the first time we’ve seen this spoiled billionaire throw a tantrem. After so many years of complaining about the officials, the NBA, and opposing coaches and players, he finally outdid himself last night.
He showed once and for all his true character. He confirmed what kind of person this guy really is.
Isn’t it bad enough to lose in heartbreaking fashion when it looked like we we’re going to sweep the series? I would hope Mark Cuban’s childish behavior makes us all feel a little humiliated. By the way, how long do you think we’ll keep a class act like Avery with an owner like Cuban?
How much you want to bet Avery’s as upset at the owner’s response last night as he is about the game’s outcome?
Grace Breaks 