I am an open book. I wear my heart on my sleeve. You can see right through me. Three phrases that many of you might think describe me. Well, yes and no. It is true that I am more open than many and that I often talk about the elephant in the room, but there is an elephant in my heart that I casually mention here and there, but not even I knew how big he was until recently. His name is Pride. I have been praying that God would take him out of my heart because there is not room for him, but let me just tell you - if you have been warned not to pray for patience, then I beg you - don't offer up your pride to God. He will take it. I am joking, of course, about not bringing your pride before God - but not about the cost of doing so. About two weeks ago I noticed that Pride had moved into my heart, and I'm not talking about the good kind. Now, he (Pride) had lived there for a VERY VERY long time, but I just never really noticed him. Eventually I realized he was