I still worry about what others think about me. I still hope everyone likes me. I never want to be the villain in anyone's bedtime story. But in the heart of those desires is pride. My assessment of myself is based on 'goodness' not 'godliness' and if I must be truthful, like Paul, no good [...]
It's all about the looks.
Oh, I lifted my voice and prayed even louder. I was thankful about many more things, that the issues that brought me before my Father in the first place began to pale in comparison to the ones I was now grateful for.