So Sol asks God for wisdom and God does a big wisdom dump on him. Then Sol looks around and pays attention and writes down what he observes:
When pride comes, then comes disgrace (Proverbs 11:2)
And nothing has changed. Every time I follow that little compulsion ‘yeah, go ahead, defend yourself’ or ‘tell ‘em what they did that was worse’ or ‘if you say this, they’ll be impressed’ or even ‘tell ‘em how to fix it’ then comes disgrace. Maybe no one knows but me, but I know when that didn’t work. It never has the effect I thought it would. It’s like the words come out of your mouth and fall to the floor and lay there in some useless goo.
She said I could dry those 2 plates off before we ate. She was in front of the sink and I was next to her but a little behind out of her sight. I dried the first plate and reached for the second one in her hand when she turned and the plates bumped together and made that loud, brittle, plates-banging-together sound that makes it hard to hear the TV when she’s putting them away. You have to be careful when you’re in the kitchen she said. Uh, hello! You bumped into me, too—why don’t YOU be careful!? But I didn’t say it. Just thought it. For a second. No disgrace. This time.
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