God nips my foolishness in the bud.
I had walked out of the house today, with my heart dead set on having an attitude and being in my feelings.
The first place I go is to get a haircut.
My barber has worship music playing.
I break down on the spot.
God is like, “BRUH. Uh-uh. How you gonna rep me with a mopey face on the floor? I am holy. Get it together.”