False Sense Of Security

A false sense of security tackled me today and took me out at the knees. Where I had been standing tall, with one motion I found myself flat on my back wondering, “how did I get here?” The conversation at hand had me checking myself over and over. “Did I deserve this feedback or am I being led astray to undermine my confidence?”

I probed the circumstances to get as much information as possible, but without all the parties present, I was left with only verbal accounts and hearsay. I sat in the defendant’s chair and it was time to speak. Honesty left my lips. I acknowledged room for error. I could do better.

Phil 2:3 Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself.

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