Pride Stops
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It's an upside down world. During a six day baby sitting gig, which included sick grandchildren the entire time, I could be heard time and time again saying, "Help me Jesus" or "Lord, I need You." "I pray to you, God, because you will help me." Psalm 17:6 This morning I am contemplating what it has taken in my life for me to recognize, as Paul did, "When I am weak, then I am strong." What has it taken for the prideful attitude, like that of a toddler who says "I can do this, I don't need you" to be set aside and me recognize God's plan is to always help me and make something more beautiful than anything I could create. Now I look back and see it has been an ongoing process of "pride stops." Those times when puff-up-ed-ness" and " self-sufficiency had me reliant on my own strength. The stroke was probably the biggest "stop and look to God," but current health issues have me willingly leaning