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.

Cameron MageeI 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!"
Lee Puddle of Mud Penshurst
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.

James 4:6
"God opposes the proud
but gives grace to the humble."