I'll Do It Myself!
God recently taught me a lesson He has taught me a number of times before and that is that I need Him. I sometimes forget that He's my Creator and as such He knows me better than I know myself. I get caught up in getting something done, regardless...and as the old saying goes, "Haste makes Waste."
We had the carpets cleaned and my husband was golfing when the furniture needed to be moved out of the bedroom. So I proceeded to move some chairs that were heavier than I had remembered, but I got it done. Two days later, after asking my husband to put those same chairs back into the bedroom, he still hadn't done it.
Rather than standing in front of the television and asking for help moving the chairs, I got perturbed and set out to move them myself! The first chair had an errant staple that nearly punctured my finger. After hammering the staple flat a bit forcefully with a metal stapler, my husband was at my side to help. Of course, I didn't need help now (or so I thought). He easily picked up the offending chair and carted it off to the bedroom. Still in "my mood," I decided to carry the other chair and "just get it done!"
Next, I managed to smashed three fingers on my left hand into the doorjamb. Screaming out in pain, my husband grabbed the second assaulting chair and put it into place. I ran for ice and tears streamed down my face at the pain of my throbbing and bleeding hand. When my husband offered assistance, I didn't need any, I had gotten my own ice and wrapped it around my aching hand.
Later, as I looked back on the whole "chair moving" disaster, it occurred to me that all of it could have been prevented if I would have been more patient, less impulsive, and more communicative. I should have asked for help again, even if it was the third time.
The Lord knows me and knew that this lesson would only be learned and remembered when associated with a bit of pain. God knows me and my stubborn streak, but He and my husband love me anyway. Thanks be to grace, God's grace and Bob's!
We had the carpets cleaned and my husband was golfing when the furniture needed to be moved out of the bedroom. So I proceeded to move some chairs that were heavier than I had remembered, but I got it done. Two days later, after asking my husband to put those same chairs back into the bedroom, he still hadn't done it.
Rather than standing in front of the television and asking for help moving the chairs, I got perturbed and set out to move them myself! The first chair had an errant staple that nearly punctured my finger. After hammering the staple flat a bit forcefully with a metal stapler, my husband was at my side to help. Of course, I didn't need help now (or so I thought). He easily picked up the offending chair and carted it off to the bedroom. Still in "my mood," I decided to carry the other chair and "just get it done!"
Next, I managed to smashed three fingers on my left hand into the doorjamb. Screaming out in pain, my husband grabbed the second assaulting chair and put it into place. I ran for ice and tears streamed down my face at the pain of my throbbing and bleeding hand. When my husband offered assistance, I didn't need any, I had gotten my own ice and wrapped it around my aching hand.
Later, as I looked back on the whole "chair moving" disaster, it occurred to me that all of it could have been prevented if I would have been more patient, less impulsive, and more communicative. I should have asked for help again, even if it was the third time.
The Lord knows me and knew that this lesson would only be learned and remembered when associated with a bit of pain. God knows me and my stubborn streak, but He and my husband love me anyway. Thanks be to grace, God's grace and Bob's!
Ephesians 1:4-8
For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will-to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace that he lavished on us.
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