Day 28

"Pride goes before destruction, and haughtiness before a fall."  Proverbs 16:18

Great run today!  1.33 miles, good pace, strong finish, and felt great.

It's a good thing, too.  Earlier in the day, I was happily popping chocolate-covered almonds in the mouth while sitting at my desk, thinking all cocky-like that I’m a runner now and it’s the weekend.  I thought that until I made the mistake of looking at the calorie count on the back of the box.  By the time my blissful ignorance disappeared, I had eaten 3 days’ worth of running--just in chocolate-covered almonds!  And, I had a dentist appointment later in the day, too.  Ugh!

It felt a bit like the time my children, while still in elementary school, told me all about the kids who had cell phones, and that they even got to play on them all night long in bed.  My quick response was, "It's a shame their momma's don't love them!"  As you might imagine, I had a lot of friends in the PTO that year after my response got parroted back to those moms.

Now, where is that rabbit?

Oh, yes.  I was supposed to be talking about running.  What do cell phones in elementary school have to do with chocolate-covered almonds, you ask?  It's the attitude thing, again.  I was a cocky chocolate-almond-eater, and a cocky parent of little people in both stories.  Neither is a good thing.  But God, the embodiment of love, always slices a nice-sized, calorie-free piece of humble pie for me.  I don't much like it because it's not chocolate, but I eat it because, like vegetables, I know it's good for me.

Unfortunately, pride isn't one of those one-and-done lessons.

On the bright side, the humble pie was ready and waiting for me in the car on the way from work to the dentist office.  And, it straightened me out before the run today.  This humble pie piece came in the form of a beautiful old Amy Grant song that holds a special significance.  I first heard the song when I was 16 and a freshman at Baylor, wondering how the whirlwind of circumstance had landed me where I was.  It wasn't my plan, but it was God's.

And, His plans are always better.

Sweet dreams, runners.


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