Casting Humility

This past week was a humbling experience for me.

For those of you who don't know yet, I fractured my left hand last week in a summer league basketball game.  Which I am very thankful for two things: firstly, that it isn't my dominant hand, and secondly, that it wasn't worse.  The way that I landed on it, it could have been much worse.  Although, the fact that I still have work and that we will be moving in a month or so, had my parents and I abit worried.

As it is, I get my cast off in a week.  (Praise the Lord.)  But, having to work one handed is especially frustrating when you're used to being able to pull a certain workload.  After a particularly difficult day at work, I came home exhausted and drained.  It had been a busy day at the restaurant and not being able to perform my usual duties was frustrating me to no end. By the end of my shift, I was just ready to be home.

But it still bugged me that I wasn't able to get the normal amount of things done.  My mom, seeing that I was still pretty irked, sat me down and talked it out.  And it was a good thing she did.  I realized after our conversation, that I was trying to do it on my own.  Meaning, I was so drained, because I was trying to sustain myself by my own power.  I now know what it means to "chase after the wind."  It is vanity without the power and strength of the Lord.

That night, it felt like I hit a wall.  And the wall didn't exactly budge for me.  In fact, it landed a punch in my gut.  I was doubled up wheezing because of the futility of it all.

It is so easy to forget the God we serve.  Somehow, we get so caught up in what we are doing, that we forget to find our strength and refuge in Him.

"The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold." - Psalm 18:2 (ESV)