DIE-HARD ASTROS FANS ANONYMOUS

I went to get my haircut today and found a soulmate in Veronica, the hairdresser. I was overjoyed to find another girl out there who loves the Astros as much as I do and keeps on believing! There are two teachers in my lunch hour who are also abreast on the latest Astros news and can converse intelligently on the ins and outs of the team and the game. It's so refreshing to know I'm not alone.

It's also nice to know that there are some people out there who would never dream of taking my phone away just because I was checking the score. Those who would, and have, will remain nameless (unless it happens again) because they should feel the guilt.

NEVER STOP BELIEVING!!

Ouch, That Hurt!

Something happened recently that hurt my pride. I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say that I was not a happy camper. As I simmered in my frustration, I searched for the source of the pain. I could point to the situation and the people involved and blame them for it. I could go through all the details and the "if only's" that would have made things turn out more pleasantly for me.

But, instead, I asked God why I was so hurt. I was surprised with the answer. It occurred to me suddenly and alarmingly that I was hurt because I still had pride left in me to be hurt. I mean, if I were dead to self, this situation would not have affected me like it did. Am I on the right track here? What do you think? Is it possible to get to the point where your pride can't be hurt?