
by Karen Barnett
“I do it MYSELF!” My toddler knocked away my hand and yanked her shoe onto the wrong foot.
“We won’t need meals delivered after his surgery. It’ll be fine.” The woman’s smile did little to obscure the dark circles under her eyes.
“I don’t need Jesus. I’m doing okay on my own.” My friend folded her arms across her chest.
Pride often keeps us from accepting...