Humble-Pie, Anyone?

When I slip-stumble and my not-so-humble side is vexed

When plans I made are rearranged and My Loud Word is spurned

Then I concede when all is said and done, that it was best

Not because it was pleasant but because of what I learned

Life’s teacher is a creature of wise and surprising ways

How is it, my embarrassment will often teach me more

Than perches upon pedestals while kind applauders praise

And we forget what manner of person we really are

…for in the slip and stumble when our not-so-humble side

Confronts us for The Thing It Is we blush as we admit

That in spite of denying it, we are creatures of pride

Then sometimes Life’s Teacher steps in and sets us down a bit

© Janet Martin

Last night at our Study on Grace a few of us shared incidences when our 'righteous indignation' after it was spent, proved that we were the one who needed to apologize and ask to be forgiven.

Ouch with a blush-red piece of humble-pie;-)

It tastes so bad but works so well!

Still, I've never heard anyone ask for seconds...