Lessons.

I suppose that if I am going to pray for humility, I ought to expect to have humbling experiences. Foolishly, I prayed for humility and grace, and of late have been, both literally and figuratively, broadsided by occasions in which I realized with great depth the struggle to act based upon who I am called to be as a disciple of Christ, and not out of my emotional resevoir.

So for now, I will work on convincing myself that battlewounds are attractive, and slather my seatbelt and airbag burns in aloe cream in the hopes that i don't end up with wicked scarring.

Sometimes realizing your own mortality is great. Great in the sense that being utterly humbled is great.