Isn't it amazing how much pride a person can have buried deep down under everything else? We played volleyball tonight (about 10 of us) and I was constantly berating myself for my (constant) messups. Was I personally that worried about my playing ability? No. Was I really mad at myself for my lack of good performance? No. All that was hurt was my pride. I constantly find myself scared that people won't like me anymore. They have to like me. Why? Pride. I find myself living in a world of insecurity. And each time I think I have that conquered and I am secure in who God is creating me to be, I upwrap another layer of the onion and find another layer of pride underneath.

I had something really poinant for this paragraph, but I've forgotten it. Maybe you can remind me.