Several weeks ago, the smallest member of our household, jumped off a moving 4-wheeler. As she did a full body slide on the gravel, she realized what a terrible idea it had been. When I heard about the incident, I immediately remember a similar situation. That time it was me jumping off a moving hay wagon, at a hayride for my youth group, and I was in my teens. There I was, with my whole youth group watching me, as I not-so-gracefully picked myself up from the ground. Picking gravel out of my knees and palms wasn’t nearly as painful as the blow it was to my pride. I was a farm girl after all, but apparently, one who didn’t know how to jump off a moving wagon.
Humility looks beautiful on everyone else. But for me, it comes at a painful price.
We love being around humble people; people who don’t know it all. People who care more about you and your feelings then they do their own. People who do their best and leave it there. People who try to make others look good. People who push others in line ahead of themselves, so to speak.
James 4:6 says “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble”. Have you ever tried to teach someone something when they think they know it all? It can be extremely frustrating. Sometimes I wonder how often God feels that way about me. He has a whole truckload of grace for me, but I need to humble myself to receive it. I need to stop trying so hard on my own. I need to admit my weakness and learn what He wants to teach me.
I don’t have to get it right all the time. I just need to admit my inability to do life on my own terms.
Humility is an upside down concept in today’s world. Humility means being vulnerable with others and letting them see the real me inside. Humility means asking for help when I need it instead of pretending to have it all together. Humility is being willing to show my flaws and struggles for the sake of growth and accountability.
What could God do in my life if I humbled myself and allowed Him to do it?