Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Swallowing My Pride: Does Not Go Down Smooth

I should be jumping up and down for joy. I should be crying tears of gratitude.

But I'm not. I'm staring at my computer screen, typing words, feeling embarrassed and humbled. I heard someone say recently that sometimes in order to humble us, God allows us to be humiliated.

And I nod.

I'm writing out a thank you note to people who have generously met a need, and I'm trying to express to them my gratitude. My honest, "I don't know where I'd be with you" indebtedness.

Because I can't repay them. I don't even know their faces so I can't send them baked goods, or hug them, or look them in the eyes someday to try and prove that I've made a better situation out of life.

I have to accept the fact that I am in need, they met my need, nothing more, nothing less. No proving that I'm a good person. No proving that I can make a better thing out of my mess. No long conversations where they can see that otherwise, I know how to handle my life.

Sounds alot like grace, right?

Alot like Jesus?

I think that's the point.



  1. That was so beautiful, simple and true.

  2. Yes, grace. It's the most expensive free gift any of ever have to learn to accept.

    Quite something, that grace.