Humble pie
On Friday night, I was telling my boss that I used to be pretty good at being an airplane electrician. On the ride home, I thought what I said sounded a lot like bragging. I didn't mean it to be, but it really was, and not something anyone who knows me is a stranger to. I never thought I was the best at what I did, but I always had a high opinion of myself. A lot of that got me into a lot of trouble a few years ago and it's something I don't want any part of anymore. God gave me some talents and I use them to His glory, not mine.
So on the ride home, I asked God to help me remain humble. I thought it was enough to recognize it and to ask God to kind of help me keep that in mind. I think though, that what I wanted and what I needed were two different things.
On Friday night, I inventoried my toolbox and I thought everything was there. I've been inventorying toolboxes for almost thirty years. It's not the first time I've overlooked an item, but Saturday marked the first time in my whole career that I lost a tool. The only other time this happened to me it turned out someone put it in their pocket by accident and brought it back home. I knew immediately though that tool was missing because I inventoried the box right there on the plane.
When I inventoried my box at the start of the shift yesterday, my knife was missing. I used it for a job but not on the airplane. I must've left it out or set it someplace but it's just gone. I had to go to my boss and break the bad news to him. I lost a tool. For the first time in thirty years.
So it turns out that I'm not the hotshot I was thinking I was for a minute. I'm a bit humbled and I asked God to give it to me. Maybe not what I had in mind, of course, but definitely something that knocked me down a few pegs in my own mind, and I'm sure in my supervisor's mind, too.
You may think how does God have anything to do with me being stupid? Because He allowed it to happen to me, that's how. I have to look at it from a heavenly perspective and something I heard in church today made me think about that. During the time we share our joys and concerns with the congregation, one of the ladies of the church just said thank you for the little things that happen in life, like lost keys.....
or a lost knife. I added my own thanks to God for not forgetting about little old me.
You see, God answers prayers, sometimes even before we pray them. Sometimes we wait, but sometimes, we don't! Sometimes, our prayers are answered in ways that we never see coming.
As for my knife. I know it's not on an airplane because one of the guys I was working with on Friday night saw me use the knife where I used it last. Someone probably picked it up and maybe it'll find its way back to me, but if not, the goal was accomplished and for sure I'll be a bit more careful, not only about what I say, but what I do.
So on the ride home, I asked God to help me remain humble. I thought it was enough to recognize it and to ask God to kind of help me keep that in mind. I think though, that what I wanted and what I needed were two different things.
On Friday night, I inventoried my toolbox and I thought everything was there. I've been inventorying toolboxes for almost thirty years. It's not the first time I've overlooked an item, but Saturday marked the first time in my whole career that I lost a tool. The only other time this happened to me it turned out someone put it in their pocket by accident and brought it back home. I knew immediately though that tool was missing because I inventoried the box right there on the plane.
When I inventoried my box at the start of the shift yesterday, my knife was missing. I used it for a job but not on the airplane. I must've left it out or set it someplace but it's just gone. I had to go to my boss and break the bad news to him. I lost a tool. For the first time in thirty years.
So it turns out that I'm not the hotshot I was thinking I was for a minute. I'm a bit humbled and I asked God to give it to me. Maybe not what I had in mind, of course, but definitely something that knocked me down a few pegs in my own mind, and I'm sure in my supervisor's mind, too.
You may think how does God have anything to do with me being stupid? Because He allowed it to happen to me, that's how. I have to look at it from a heavenly perspective and something I heard in church today made me think about that. During the time we share our joys and concerns with the congregation, one of the ladies of the church just said thank you for the little things that happen in life, like lost keys.....
or a lost knife. I added my own thanks to God for not forgetting about little old me.
You see, God answers prayers, sometimes even before we pray them. Sometimes we wait, but sometimes, we don't! Sometimes, our prayers are answered in ways that we never see coming.
As for my knife. I know it's not on an airplane because one of the guys I was working with on Friday night saw me use the knife where I used it last. Someone probably picked it up and maybe it'll find its way back to me, but if not, the goal was accomplished and for sure I'll be a bit more careful, not only about what I say, but what I do.
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