I pity tha fool!

Today, the movie theater in my mind is stuck on all the goofy things I've done that make me feel foolish. A veritable montage of my mistakes, complete with sound effects. Cue a Simpson DOH! here. (For the record, I’ve never watched the show, nor do I endorse it, just saw a t-shirt re: the signature cry of dismay.)

I always say I have my vices, and they have lead me wayward in spectacularly entertaining ways---if it wasn’t my life, if emotions weren’t involved, and if embarrassment was actually fun.

But here’s the thing: “Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? There is more hope of a fool than of him.” Proverbs 26:12

How funny---how GOD---is that?! As awful as it is to feel sheepishly foolish over something I’ve done, if not for that I’d cruise along so blindly self-assured that I’d leave a horrific mess in my wake, totally oblivious to the damage done. I’d much rather go to God with my head tucked every once in a while---or daily as it is at times---and let Him work on me, then to live out my life so ridiculously. And so wasted.

So truly, I “pity the fool” who has no idea how awful/important it is so be keenly aware of human frailty.

This thought interrupted the reel in my head today just as it was about to start over: To let the mistakes of the past or the fear of new ones cripple or immobilize us is to make the work of the enemy far too easy. That's too good to be from my own head.

I am foolish at times, but a brilliant, lovely God shines through my broken places into the darkness of my surroundings. AND I WOULDN’T TRADE THAT FOR THE WORLD!!!!

Hope somebody finds some solace in this when his or her montage is on repeat.

Love-