PRIDE
"Pride must die; or nothing of heaven can live in you." --Andrew Murray I have a problem with pride. For so long, I've swallowed its false promises. But like a poorly prescribed medication, it has poisoned my life. I've always thought of pride in terms of vanity, conceit, or arrogance. Not really attributes that I tend to associate with myself. But I was stung by the reality that pride can express itself in more subtle tones. Like small weeds , which may remain relatively unseen to those who pass by, they nonetheless, day by day, absorb all that is necessary for life from the soil until the plant ceases to exist . Pride is forged...