When I sang Karaoke no one clapped for me.

When I was just a toddler momma let me help her bake a cake.
But Mom was mean and hard to please. I could only do it her way.
No more than two eggs though I wanted to crack some more.
And I had to get all the shells out. And keep them off the floor.
We had to mix it up just so. The colors were all blended. The lumps were gone.
and then she made me stop. She let me taste a bit but slapped my hand when I tried to fill my cup. She warned me to be very careful what I touched when she opened up the oven.
Then we had to set the timer and wait and wait and wait. Momma didn't seem to understand the way I wanted to bake the cake. We had to do it her way. She said she knew best. Oh how proud she seemed to me thinking she knew more than me. Oh how big and strong she thought she was and wouldn't let me carry the cake from the table to the oven without her help. I could have done it I'm sure I could but she never even let me try. She thought she was so much better than me. It sometimes made me cry.

One Friday night after a big test at the community college some buddies and I went to shoot some pool and drink a couple of beers. Ted was the designated driver so we bought him Cokes.
After a few hours we were ready to go and I felt fine to drive so I told Ted I could handle it and he could ride shot gun. But he was so proud and high and mighty he thought he was so much better than me that only he could handle the short trip home. I was so mad at him when he wouldn't give me my keys. But he helped me into the car and while I hunted for the steering wheel he buckled me in. I was driving best I could but he had the pedals and steering wheel on his side of the car so really he was doing more than me. I could've done fine but he wouldn't let me drive. He thought he was so much better than me. How arrogant and haughty he was.

Reading God's word I notice He seems so stuck on Himself. He really things He's great. He thinks He is so much better than me that I should worship Him all the time, and tell Him he is great and wonderful. He tells me not to be proud and haughty and arogant but it seems He is just that way. It makes me thinks..

Hmmm. It's not that God is so Proud and haughty and arrogant. He is just trying to get me to recognize the truth. that He really is all that much better than I am.

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