Humility: The quality or state of being humbled.
Every Sunday, somewhere, a woman is praying, “Dear God, Please let my hair do what its’ supposed to do the first time!” (In Jesus’ name!)
Well, let me tell you: My Sunday had come! The Lord Jesus, the Most High and Wonderful God, Creator of Heaven and Earth smiled down on me this particular day, and answered my effectual and fervent hair-prayer.
A hundred fold!
My hair did not just ‘get it right’ the first time. It went up into this gorgeous mass of big, silky, perfectly placed curls and rolls. The outcome took my breath away! My hair looked so amazing, it made me look thinner!
I could not wait to go to church. I wanted to share the miracle! I held my head a little higher, I could not feel my shoes, and it didn’t hurt to suck in my stomach!
When I walked into church, Sister Peggy met me at the door, and said, “Chris, your hair looks so pretty today!”
I smiled demurely and replied, “I know. I know.”
On my way down the hall, I was met by my sweet friend, Jessica. She stopped, did that back-up-and-take-notice stance and said, “Girrrrl! That is some hair gone gorgeous!”
I smiled super big and said, “I know, right?!”
Finally, I made it to the Sanctuary. I sucked in my stomach extra tight, straightened my skirt and made myself ready for my grand entrance. I swept open the doors, and I heard the epic theme music from “Gone with the Wind.”
I floated down the aisle and found a place to sit. As I stepped into the pew, my toe caught on a speaker wire. In slow motion, I began to fall between the two pews. I could hear myself screaming in a deep, slow motion baritone, “NOOOOO!!!!” To this day I have no idea if I screamed out loud, or if it was in my mind. Honestly, I do not want to know.
My Bible flew one way, almost hitting a sweet elderly sister sitting a few rows up. My purse went in front of me, and I landed face first in a mini-pack of Kleenex sticking out of it. If not for my big purse, I know I would have ended up with a concussion.
There I lay.
My Pastor’s wife came to me and asked if I was ok. I started crying. I was hurting quite a bit. I knew I reinjured the elbow that I had broken a few months earlier, and I banged my shoulder pretty hard on the way down.
Oh. And, there was the issue of my pride. It. Was. Humiliating.
Once I got up, Jessica came over and brushed me off. She had found my Bible, and assured me the elderly sister was fine.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes, I am. How is my hair?”
I went to the Ladies’ Room and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hair stood like the Great Wall of Crushed Curls on the side of my head I had landed on.
I straightened my hair as best as I could and started laughing. It was such an object lesson in humility, it was hilarious! I laughed so hard, I cried.
In the end; I did reinjure my elbow, my shoulder was bruised, my hair was a mess, and by the grace of God, I did NOT have a concussion.
“But he giveth more grace.
Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud,
but giveth grace unto the humble.”