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God hates pride. I don’t wonder if He hates even more those who walk in pride but think they do not. . . Enter me . . .
It was mid-October, and Sanctioned Love was very busy. I was running all over the place doing this and that and a bit more. I was not only getting ready for a conference we were going to in Tahoe in about a week, but I was also trying to get ready to leave mid-November for several weeks. I was trying to get appointments scheduled, things purchased, Lynda’s teaching edited, and helping a few people out in between. I thought . . . “Man, I am doing so good keeping everything going.” It is all coming together—until it wasn’t!
It was a Thursday. I had just finished some editing for Lynda and went to her house to show her. And yes, I was feeling proud and accomplished—the teaching was coming together. It was 3;30 in the afternoon. Lynda said, “You are tired, go home and rest.” I responded, “I’ve just got one thing to do, I’m going to feed and let out my daughter’s dog as she has teacher’s conferences till late.” To which Lynda replied, “The dog will live, go home!”
Well, I did not go home but went straight to my daughter’s house. I was talking with my sister (in Reno) on the phone, “getting things done.” I stepped out of the car and headed up the little path to my daughter’s house.
The next thing I know, my sister is asking me, “What happened? Are you ok? Do I need to call someone?”
I, “being tough,” said, “no, just give me a minute, as I rolled off the cement pavers onto the grass.
To make a long story short, my sister called my husband, who came and lifted me into the car and took me to the ER.
Result: The left side of my face was black and blue, and I had broken my right knee cap.
What is one of the symptoms of pride? Thinking you can do it all yourself, and no one needs to help you. You have it all under control—and I did—until I didn’t.
I was unable to drive for 6 weeks. I had to rely on others to take me places or pick up things for me.
I asked God, “Is there more pride hiding in me that needs to be exposed and gotten rid of? Humble me, Lord.”
As it is said . . . “Be careful what you pray for.”
I was able to take my knee brace off mid-December and was released to drive. On Christmas Day, after kneeling at the top of the stairs at my house, I somehow ended up sliding down the stairs on my back, headfirst!
Again, long story short, my back muscles ended up pretty sore and bruised, plus I broke my right thumb. Once again, I was dependent on others.
Did God cause either of my accidents? NO!. Did He use them to expose uglies in me that were not pleasing to Him? YES! And I am soooo glad He did!
My pride was a hidden mindset and needed to be brought out into the open.
Had God just “slapped my hand,” I may not have listened, but instead, He allowed my pride to show all over my face in black and blue!
“Don’t ask God to show you where you are proud, because He will!
Blessings!
Rheyma Oosterman
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