I'm no fool, I play it cool.
I love Aubrey Elliott.
I love Chick-Fil-A.
The two together are an unstoppable force, and when combined, may very well be a weapon of mass destruction. Ouachita has a Chick-Fil-A on campus, which Aubrey treats me to periodically. She called today, offering to buy my dinner at Chick-Fil-A as long as I could get there soon, and not make her late for her show tonight. FREE CHICKEN? I'M THERE.
I RUN out of my dorm room, drive over there, and park in visitor parking, the opposite side of where Chick-Fil-A is on their campus. I RUN through across the sidewalks and through the grass as fast...
it rained this morning.
...as I can. The grass is slick, so I'm no fool, I play it cool. "nice and easy", I tell myself, "not too fast, don't slip". I'm making good time, by the way. I get out in the middle of a pretty big section of grass, when all the sudden this grass gets WAY less solid, and WAY more swampish. Uh-Oh. Well, gotta keep running, stopping won't get me out of this mess any faster. I check my shoes (my favorite shoes) in the light when I get there. Disproving myself, "wow, the damage isn't too bad, I guess I made it!"
A similar scenario (photo by Lee Vickers)
People over here at OBU can sense when one of us Reddies steps on campus. I know it. The whole time we were in Chick-Fil-A, everybody was looking at me weird. It was like I had "REDDIE SPIRIT" stamped on my back. I tried not to let it bother me "no big deal", I tell myself "now quit talking to yourself" I tell myself.
On the way out, Aubrey and I bump into a friend, who nicely comments on my shirt. I'm feeling PRETTY good right about now. Everybody likes my shirt, I just got to spend some one-on-one time with Aubrey, and free chicken.
We go to walk out. We get to the door. I turn to leave. Man, that chicken was good. cue Aubrey: "what's all over your back?"
That muddy grass did not treat me good. When I ran through it, I checked my shoes, but I managed to NOT check the entire backside of my body. I had sprayed myself up and down with MUD from my high-velocity running. THAT'S what people had been looking at, not my Henderson Reddie Spirit (also written all over my back).
I won't be doing any high-velocity running through potentially-muddy scenarios for at least another week. This taught me a lesson though. The shirt comment was making me feel pretty proud of myself (for what, my mom picking out a cool shirt?). I guess being a little proud is fine, but being humble is even better. It took about 30secs of pride for my humility to be delivered. It was a nice 30secs, I felt pretty good, but this humility thing makes for way funnier stories.
God answers prayers, and I think praying to be humbled gives him a chance to show off that sense of humor.
I LOVE IT.
"God opposes the proud
but gives grace to the humble."