I think sometimes we Christ seekers are a little afraid of being prideful. God was proud of His Son. He even seemed too proud of a mess-up like David. Paul was proud of Timothy. Pride can be a humble thing.

I am proud of both my kids. They are both very different people. They both have taken life on, challenges and all, and succeeded. And I think in many ways much more than I have. And that makes you proud. I would have to say I am proud to take some credit for the heights they have achieved. But also being careful to not take more than I deserve. If I did I wouldn’t be appropriately proud of them.

Both my kids married well. It brings a lot of security to a dad to see that they were wise and chose wonderful partners that even you like. It’s interesting to take pride in choices your kids make especially when its about other people you knew little about and had little if anything to do with the choice.

Sometimes you’re proud of people who’d rather you weren’t. I have a ministry understudy who became a master of his trade. He has succeeded to the max. I am proud of him but I am certain he doesn’t regard my input as all that pleasant or important. I was a tough son of gun of a number of years but many benefited from it. And I am proud of them. Not so much of me but am happy I was able to be associated with a portion of their life and development.

My wife made me proud too. She finished her bachelors degree at age 49. She is teaching kids and loving it. She was so persistent sometimes to the point of tears as she worked through the courses. I felt like I had earned the degree myself.

I’d have to say the proudest day of my life was the day my dad retired. My dad was a fire chief for a few decades. It is not an easy job. I grew up with his being out around the clock many nights, falling into burning buildings, and being blown out of some across alleys. I also remember the humongous amount of coffee he and his firemen drank. I don’t know why I remember that, but I do. They drank it around the clock.

I led in a prayer at the large event held for him. I knew he was well liked and supported but I had no idea how much. They had to rent the convention center in the small town I grew up in. There about eight hundred people who showed up. I was so proud. One person after another gave a speech about how well my dad had done. I could tell he was glad that part of his life was over.

He still has a fire and police radio in his house. When I stay at their house it just seems like old times with the calls blaring out through the house. I really hope that my church, my family, my friends, my God and my wife will be as proud of me. But that will be a hard one to pull off.

Lets make this month the - I am proud of __________ month!