Pride and Persistence | Choosing God’s Path Over Ego

What a rollercoaster of events! As I sat down to pen this post, my intention was to share the happenings of the last week, and then it expanded into the last month. However, upon deeper reflection, I realized it’s been one tumultuous ride of a year. From health challenges to family matters, work and colleague troubles, a web of lies and manipulations, financial woes, and a myriad of other obstacles – it’s been an overwhelming journey. Most people in my day to day life either have no clue or are reason for the madness!

Many of these hurdles, in all honesty, probably never need to happened but for the factor of “people.” It’s at moments like these that I find myself taking a step back and simply uttering, “But God!”

I contemplated going down the rabbit hole of details, but instead, let me settle on this note: Love y’all and wish you a happy week ahead!

Skelly🤍

Pride Vs Humility

This morning in church, my daughter leaned over to share something that stuck with her from a devotional. It centered on the Crucifixion—specifically, not just the physical agony, but the intentional humiliation Jesus endured.

He was stripped, spat on, His beard yanked, a crown of thorns jammed onto His head. He was mocked with cruelty. Grace said, “It’s the effort to make someone feel worthless—that’s the worst sin of all.” Then she added, “Pride makes Jesus angry. He can’t stand seeing it in His children.”

Her words hit like a wave. They were true. And they made me stop and ask—how does this apply to my own life right now?

I’ve got a lot on my plate. I’m juggling things that don’t seem fair, with people who should know better. Am I being prideful, thinking I can manage everything myself? Am I brushing off God’s help, assuming I know best? Or worse… am I letting others’ pride back me into a corner—just like those who tried to diminish Jesus?

Sometimes, I feel the shift—the earth trembles beneath my feet, and I know: God is moving something. That instinct, that holy gut feeling—it’s Him, telling me it’s time to go, time to grow, time to let go.

Here’s what I know: I’m not special. I’m not smarter, prettier, or more worthy than the next person. I’ve made mistakes. I’m replaceable in this world—just like anyone else.

But what does make me different? I don’t quit. I keep going. I keep working. I don’t stop when things get tough. I move forward when it would be easier to stay stuck. That persistence—it might not sparkle, but it shines in the long run.

A while ago, I might have told you my superpower was being positive. But these days? I’m a realist. Not everyone loves that, and that’s okay. I’m not here to be everyone’s cup of tea—I’m here to be obedient.

So here’s the heart of this post: I know I’m not the world’s biggest deal. But to God, I am irreplaceable. And I trust that He saw what happened. He knows who did what. He’ll handle it.

I’ve owned my part. I won’t repeat my mistakes. I’m staying in my lane, walking my path, and letting God deal with the rest.

I’ve been handed my walking papers—and I’m using them.

Let’s go.