A few days ago, I wrote about this trip that I took with my girlfriends last weekend. On this trip I got to do something that I haven't done for about 15 years. I got to buy a pair of jeans in a size 8. I was so excited and so proud!
Monday morning, I decided to wear them. I put them on, glad that the whole box of Good & Plenty's that I ate on the way home hadn't done any damage. And as long as I'm coming clean, I ate a Reese's Big Cup too. In my own defense, I did run on Monday night...out of guilt.
On with the story. I came downstairs, put on my boots and went into the bathroom to do my hair and take a gander in the mirror before I headed out the door. I thought to myself, "You're looking pretty good in those size 8 jeans, girl." (I know, I know, it's so bad. I am so embarrassed that I am telling this.) So, I proceeded to walk through the kitchen and into the laundry area. As I stepped down the one and only step, I got the heel of my boot caught on the step and fell flat on my face.
This is the first thing that I thought of:
Proverbs 16:18 - Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before the fall. (KJV)
Thank You Lord, I got the message...as did my knees and elbows. ;)