Boast is Toast

There I was, holding up my paper. I was excited. I tilted it a little so maybe, just maybe, someone might recognize. Kung fu fighting - fast as lightning. One thing led to another and I found myself in a sticky situation. My expertise were on display, and I was being led astray. (That was very vague on purpose.) Specifically, this happened 2 days ago, but I'm just thinking of all the times when I would tilt myself just a little knowing that I would get noticed. The words, the actions, and even the thoughts haunt me the very second they are conceived. I realized for the millionth time how stupid it is to boast anything about myself - even godly things. The foolishness oozes down from head to toe like having a raw egg cracked over my head. My awareness is so slow that my body gets ahead of my head and only leaves behind a dust of regret. Like leaves seeking attention - the crispier it is the better it feels to crush. crunch! And leaves behind pieces of a shattered pride. It doesn't make sense that I, the branch, should boast in how beautiful my leaves are, and give absolutely no credit to the Root - the source of both branch and leaf.

May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.
Galatians 6:14

Remix #4: Remixed, to only boast in Jesus Christ.