questionable disease

questions... why am i so afraid of them? is it the answer? the vulnerability? both? more? probable.

jesus continues to heal this disease i have called pride.. even when i resist the treatment. who am i? better yet... who is he? he isn't prideful. great. but the question was "who is he?" he is humble. he is in me, so because of that, i am humble. if i'm not humble then i am not being who i am.

i sit contemplative after a much needed conversation with my roommate. i asked her questions, questions that at one point my disease would have kept me from asking them. questions that make me feel vulnerable and unknowledgable when at one point i thought i knew what it was to be vulnerable. chew on that contrast... i can't seem to swallow it.