Sunday, November 12, 2006

Oxygen

The other day I was on the bus on my way home. I saw a man on the bus. He had an oxygen tube in his nose. There were no seats available so someone stood up and offered him a seat. He refused the seat. I looked at him and was thinking, “Are you kidding me? You are on oxygen! You need the seat. Take the seat.” Then another voice inside me said, “Yeah, you are kind of like that.” I am pretty sure that was the voice of God.

I have a lot of trouble asking for help. I have even more trouble accepting help. This week I was offered some assistance and I am struggling to be humble enough to accept it. You see, part of the reason I am in the position I am in is my own fault. I would have no trouble telling someone else that even when we have ‘made our own beds’ we don’t need to lie in them alone. God doesn’t want us to lie in them alone. Yet I somehow seem to think the rules are different for me.

2 comments:

Dennis said...

I think sometimes that feeling of self-sufficiency leads one down the path of destruction. I mean, can we relate this to the war in Iraq? I'm just saying.

Bonnie C said...

Hi Misty,

Jan gave me your blog address and I am touched by your openness and honesty. I can relate to what you said about having no trouble believing in God's love, forgiveness, and restoration for others, but somehow, having a harder time believing it for myself. And then I think, "that is pride"...is my offense greater than the price He paid for my righteousness? Of course the answer is "No" when I look at it from that perspective, and then I am overwhelmed by Him again......sometimes my problem is not looking at it from the right angle, but when I do...when I ask myself the right questions, then I can see clearly again.