It's sort of like this...I'm riding along at a pretty rapid pace. I'm in a hurry because I don't want to be late. Cloppity, clop, then BAM! Something knocks me to the ground and my horse runs away. I'm in a stupor, not knowing what to do. Should I jump on another pony and try to get there anyway? Should I head back and re-group? I'm not mad or resentful, just unsure.
Dan Barney and I were talking about pride on Sunday morning. I was thinking (in a humble sort of way) that I'm fortunate not to have that deadly sin on my list ...mostly. Then he brought up a facet of pride that I hadn't thought about; putting my will before God's. Sometimes it's hard to remember that my agenda is not always the best agenda. I then started thinking that flexibility is underrated. Maybe I'll suggest that it be added to the young women's values.
I still don't know what to do about the horse situation, but I am trying to embrace flexibility and set my prideful agenda aside. Being thrown from a horse is very dramatic, entertaining, sad and it also allows room for opportunities and change.
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I LOVE what you wrote and how you wrote it!
You know, some horses need to be shot. Maybe that's the way to go and then move on with a better breed.
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