Thursday morning, I waited in the Burger King parking lot for my daughter to meet me to drop off my grandson for the day. We meet half-way (at Burger King) so that neither of us have to drive too far. A large SUV pulled up and an older lady got out of the passenger side. She opened the back door, got out her cape and her purse, and then said something to someone in the driver side. Moments later, her husband (I assume) got out of the driver’s side, met her in front of the vehicle, and they both went into Burger King to get breakfast. I chuckled to myself at his hair. He had obviously not washed his hair that morning because I saw his “bed head” of hair smashed against his head. But he was unaware of his tousled hair. He had ignored the mirrors in his house. But he made me laugh, and for that, I thank him. After my grandson and I had worked all morning out in the cold, we went to Chick fil-A for lunch. Since we had been digging post holes for a wooden fence, I went to the restroom to wash my dirty hands. But when I looked into the mirror above the lavatory, I saw that my hair had been mushed down by my hat into an interesting shape. As I had walked into Chick fil-A a few moments earlier and had taken off my hat, I knew exactly what the staff had thought, because that was exactly what I had thought that morning. Proverbs 29:23, “A man's pride shall bring him low: but honour shall uphold the humble in spirit.” I was prideful Thursday morning, but I thank the dear Lord for showing me how prideful I was Thursday afternoon.
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