a confession...

There's nothing worse than a spoiled child. You know, kids who always think they're right, who compete with everyone, who are sneaky and unkind and, mmmm, uhhh...

Sometimes, I'm this child. In socially acceptable ways, of course, you know, in adult ways and even in (*gag*) Christian ways. It's amazing how I can disguise complaining as venting, gossiping as sharing, and how I can say little things just to dig at someone else or do anything to prove that I'm right, that I'm smart, that I'm in the know. Yep, that's the truth. And what's worse, is that as much as I indulge in these behaviors, I am the first to judge someone else for doing these things.

That's why, today as I thought about things I'm thankful for, I realized anew how thankful I am for DISCIPLINE. God's gentle discipline: how he allows me to experience the repercussions of my sin, so that I'll come to my senses...discipline that doesn't leave me drowning in hypocrisy but shows me where the sin is...and helps me out of it. By having to apologize, rebuild trust, or make amends I'm submitting to his discipline. Sometimes I think grace=not being disciplined, but really, without discipline I could never understand grace. Because Jesus died for spoiled kids like me, too. And I'm so glad!!!