Pride can be an ugly thing. It hardens your heart.

I’ve been too proud to admit I’m wrong more times than I can count. I’ve been too sure-footed in my own thoughts to accept that there is another way that can still be “right”.

I’ve been on the wrong side of the table more times than I like to reveal. I’ve put my way of thinking on a pedestal and failed to see another’s perspective.

I’m not proud of the stance I’ve taken in certain scenes in my life. I’m not proud of my unwillingness to learn, listen, and be receptive.

But I’m the only person that can change that. I have to be willing to try. I have to be willing to ask for help.

I’ve learned that grace is the only thing that can soften hard hearts. Grace can bridge the gap that my foolish pride creates.

Grace is what I need to humble myself. Grace is the guidance I need directing me to people that can provide another perspective.

I think all of the world could use a little bit of grace right now. Grace from the Good Lord. Grace from other people.

Grace makes all the difference.

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