​20. My Belly to the Ground

King Nebuchadnezzar went mad with pride.

I can relate.

Sometimes, I tell my testimony and people are wowed. I know it’s weird, and I can understand getting lost in its weirdness, but I don’t tell it for the wow factor.

I tell it because I’m still standing.

Because Jesus has made it so.

Pride was always something I nursed, its full and able body close to my chest. It craved my brain and heart and every fleshy bit of me.

I was a ghost of who God made me to be, a sad rendering.

And so He showed my sin in a way that would make me pay attention.

I didn’t grow hair like eagles’ feathers or nails like claws. I grew an obedience that slipped my legs right from under me and pinned my belly to the ground.

There is no God but Yahweh, and the only way to eternity is through Christ, His son.

I know that now. And it’s only in this knowledge that I’ve felt the flesh of me grow, the beat of my heart