So like I wish my pastor was wrong about pride today.
Unfortunately, he is rarely ever wrong when it comes to the word of God.
Today was about prIde. I spell it with a capitol “I” for obvious reasons. I struggle with pride in that I don’t think I need help and that things God says may not necessarily apply to me, but they sure as hell apply to you.
I hate that I struggle with it. I should be better than that. And there in lies the problem.
You see, I am superwoman. I can handle it ALL.
I can handle my daughter not wanting to live with us anymore and trying to end my marriage. No problemo.
I can handle rumors at work about me sleeping with half the staff. No pun intended.
I can handle not having the necessary supervision I need at work.
I can handle a full course load and working full time and cleaning the house and doing laundry and making the bed and taking care of a dog, a cat, a son and a husband and sweeping and mopping and vacuuming and cooking and taking care of myself ALL AT THE SAME TIME. I can handle that.
I can handle getting dressed in the dark and wearing matching shoes.
I can handle meeting the expectations of the youth at work and my supervisor and my professors and my family and my kids and my man and my pastor and my friends.
I can handle it all.
Yeah, right.
Did I meantion I can fly?
