I am not looking forward to the baseball game. In fact, I am dreading it. My son has been on the bench. If I am honest, I’m sad and worried. I am stopping now to grab a jacket or blanket and prepare to leave for the field. I procrastinate knowing this ridiculous anxiety will make me into a mean mom. One of those parents people avoid.
I have spent my day pondering “the root of bitterness” (Hebrews 12:15) that has formed in my heart and after an epiphany of sorts, I have sufficiently labeled this root as pride.
So, here I sit in my chair, opening the word of God to begin to understand the damaging effects of pride. Pride seeks to exalt, to self-promote, to dull the light of others. Pride is not good, moms. Pride says “look how amazing I am”. Pride acts as if God has no hand in our success, their accomplishments. Pride moves God to the background because Pride says “Notice me” or “Notice my daughter, my son. I did that!”
Pride ignores all perfectly logical reasons for your situation. It matters not that I clearly understand and accept this season. None of that matters because pride is ugly and miserable and selfish. Pride tells your mind and heart that there is no reason why you are not the “one and only best”. Pride messes with your head and switches on the “I’ll fix this, I can’t make it through this” button.
Pride says, “Don’t trust God, trust your circumstances.”
Two identical verses: scattered in separate books, not my plan to read either places…but obviously God’s.
God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble. James 4:5
GOD OPPOSES THE PROUD BUT GIVES GRACE TO THE HUMBLE. I PETER 5:5
Lord, I surrender this root of bitterness. Give your grace to my humble soul.