Humility – Learning The Hard Way

It’s been kind of depressing for me to dig down and remember all the yukky stuff I got into during my younger years.  But what’s past is past, right?  I can’t go back and undo all the things I did, but I can learn to accept them – and hopefully help others get through their mess-ups, as well.

That’s why I wrote my book The God of All Comfort in the first place.  To be real in my quest to help others understand that it doesn’t matter where you’ve been; the important thing is to know where you’re going!

So the last subject I want to touch on in my series of Becoming What I Came To Be is humility.  Because my prideful attitude definitely was something I struggled with for years.  “I” wanted to be the best of the best – and it really didn’t matter who I hurt in the process (at least most of the time).

So … as my husband and I got up into our mid-20’s, we started thinking about having children.  And when I finally became pregnant after we’d been married for 10 years we were thrilled.  I quit my freelancing work (Honor & Integrity – Not A Whole Lot) shortly after giving birth to a healthy son, because my husband really wanted me to be a stay-at-home mom.  I wasn’t crazy about the idea, until I tried going back to work, and discovered that my heart just couldn’t take leaving my boy in a daycare center.

victorySince I was now home fulltime I began to work on a plan of how we were going to have the perfect family that “I” wanted – and that meant we were going to have 2 boys, 2 years apart.  Surely God would honor that request, right?

My husband and I were at the time attending a good Bible-teaching church (even though neither of us had grown up that way), because my husband was bound and determined that our children were going to grow up in a better environment than either of us did.

At our new church I was attending women’s Bible studies, and I really began enjoying the ladies there.  I also loved attending the retreats they offered periodically.

Surely I had all the bases covered.  God must be really pleased that I was doing so well!

So when I got pregnant about 1-1/2 years after our first son had been born, I was positive things were going to work out just as I had planned.  And, as my husband traveled with me to our first ultrasound, I believed in my heart that I was carrying another boy.  Because … it’s what I wanted.

When the doctor began doing the ultrasound, suddenly he became really excited.  I was pregnant not with only 1 boy, but with 2!

I was extremely upset; and unfortunately started screaming right there in the doctor’s office about how I didn’t want that.  And as we left his office, I was fuming at God.  How could He do this to me?  He knew what I wanted and had failed me.

I had a miserable pregnancy – but I’m sure most of the issues came because I had such a bad attitude…

But let’s fast-forward here, as most of you probably already know a lot of my testimony.

In a nutshell, I had to undergo an emergency C-section at 5 months; and we ended up losing one of our precious twin boys 3 months later.

And yes, it was harder than hard, but can I just say that deep down inside I started thinking this was the way God had decided to answer my prayer about 2 boys, 2 years apart?

I feel sick right now just thinking about it…

0001-396293282[1] (2)Our lives were shattered into a thousand pieces when 5 months later we also lost our healthy 2 year-old son.  The coroner stated on his autopsy report:  “SIDS???”

That day changed my life forever, but in ways I never could’ve imagined at the time.

Why?  Because it was the day I was finally set free, and became a new woman.

It was the day I surrendered to the Lord.

I surrendered to Him that day because I finally realized only He could bring me through my grief and pain.  Only through His grace could I even go on living the days following…

As we waited for the EMT’s to arrive that horrendous day, I got down on my knees in my living room, and cried out to my Savior.

I cried out to Him to save me.

I asked Him to change me forever.

I cried out to Him such as the psalmist did in Psalm 119:25:  My soul is clinging to nothing but dust Lord – I have nothing left.  Without You I cannot go on…

And Jesus, the lover of our souls, did indeed lift me up.

My walk of faith has been one step at a time, just like the rest of us.  But that’s okay, because I now know where my future lies, and I do know without a doubt that I’ll see both my boys again…

You can have that hope too – if you surrender to Jesus!

My next post I’ll wrap up this whole series, I promise.  And I hope and pray that if you are holding onto fear that maybe you’ve just been too “bad” for God to forgive you, that you’ll find hope.



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