Thanks, Old Testament Prophet!
I got smacked in the head this morning. Not literally, figuratively.
I was reading through Jeremiah and found a verse that I remember reading long ago and writing down on an index card, expressly for the purpose of remembering, but clearly—forgot. It goes like this:
Let not the wise man boast about his wisdom or the strong man boast of his strength or the rich man boast of his riches, but let him who boasts boast about this: that he understands and knows me, that I am the Lord, who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight.
Hmm, yes. In all my talk recently about writing and disappointing and in all my supposed wisdom, I think I should just shut up now…