The Knock-out Punch

The past used to bother me. I would wring my hands and have a pity party, but it was not smart.

Romans 4:3 tells us that "Abraham entered into what God was doing for him, and THAT was the turning point. He trusted God to set him right instead of trying to be right on his own."

I'm not proud to say that in the past I would get excited by how I personally served the Lord. No, I'm not special and I don't really believed I thought I was then, but I always exalted in, "He chose ME!" Well, whoop-de-doo! If I hadn't been there the next fellow in line, the next warm body, would have stepped up and handled things beautifully for God. Boy, I have had a too-big-of-a-head far too often. It may be a rush knowing you're in charge, the center of it all, yet one can so easily crash with humiliation. And why not" If you were God don't you think you'd want to take the starch out of someone so full of themselves? I certainly would. And I did crash. Often.

I try to remember now the best thing I can do is recognize the way I lean towards pride, then be grateful for any punch that knocks me down, trying also to remember, it doesn't hurt so much when I laugh!

I wish I'd leaerned this a long time ago. I was hungry for attention, for the spot-light. How boring! God may need to test me on this and Oh, I hope I can get it straight next time. But if not, and I have too much pride, I really hope for a swift K.O. I sure thank Him for loving me so much!! Signed--jo