Whenever I get "To big for my Britches" or "Puffed up like a toad," God has a way of reminding me I am really "Little Britches" Like Dave and Goldie Dearing used to call me (back before I got fat).
When I think I have life, family, marriage and famille even partly figured out God has to remind me I don't even know my right hand from my left and probably have trouble figuring out which way is up. Maybe us little britches can band together and stumble forward rejoicing till the one who is worthy of all praise comes and catches us rag tag misfits and takes us home
