You know, God's pretty funny.

I've think I've always been a person who has struggled with pride - we certainly all can struggle with it in varying levels, but it's always been a significant issue for me. I waver between two dichotomous ends - I am either extremely confident (read: prideful) or I'm extremely insecure (read: prideful). Yes, that's what I said.

People joke with me all the time about my "popularity" at Fuller. Frankly, I think it's a ridiculous notion. I do certainly know a lot of people. I like being known, and I really think it speaks more to my nosey-ness and over-inquisitive nature than anything else.

But sometimes my pride can get totally in the way (shocking, is it not?). When you know a lot of people, you end up knowing a lot about a lot of people. And, well - newsflash: every is not perfect. Sometimes when I know these things, I hide from those people who are broken and I know their story. I don't want to continue to love, or be the natural, outgoing, goofy, Libby. Why? No freaking idea. I'm embarrassed for them? I'm embararrssed for what I know? I'm unwilling to allow relationships with the 'others' to be hard? I want everything in life to be easy? I want everything in seminary to be easy (oh, the irony)? It could be all of these things, and so much more, most likely.

Well, today in church (I went to two different ones) I heard completely different sermons with different topics, but with the same illustration of something I've been doing that has been prideful and self-loving, not other's loving.

Ouch. Funny, very funny, God.

I get... I get... but I don't always like. That is me being, as always, a little bit too honest.