I’ve always been able to justify my little white lies. But lately God has given me a tough time about honesty and shown me how my lies come from pride. I hate pride. God detests pride. I realized I had to stop telling those ball bearing lies. Worse, I had to confess to my crew a lie I told them—a whopper, I’m afraid. I didn’t feel good and noble. I felt like a louse. I let everyone down and lost the respect I worked so hard to earn.
