I have the basic cable package.
That means I miss out on all the good channels like Hallmark and the Oprah Winfrey Network.
But, around every major holiday, those Hallmark people let you watch their station for a week or so. It provides enough warm fuzziness to keep me content until the next holiday. In my opinion, it’s about the only station you DVR just so you can watch the commercials. Mother’s Day just passed, and Hallmark has returned.
This morning I happened to catch the “I Love Lucy” episode where she convinces Ricky she knows how to ride a horse. Due to her pride, she refuses to ask for help. She flips over one side, ends up on someone’s shoulders, and falls a few times before she even gets on the horse. The horse takes off and she doesn’t even know how to steer. The horse returns without her and she comes stumbling back all wrapped up in a bush.
We’re a lot like Lucy, except it’s never as funny as when it happens to her. We flip around and fall down a few times before we figure it out.
Then we shout, “How do you steer this thing? Where are the brakes?”
We end up in the bushes somewhere and realize this was not what we had bargained for.
Joni Earekson Tada, a Christian evangelist and author completely paralyzed from the neck down, once said:
“I can never forget that I am disabled, it is with me every moment of everyday. I can’t brush my hair or blow my nose. I am completely dependent on the Lord and others. At times you are aware of your brokenness, but it must be easy to forget and carry on as if you can do everything for yourself.”
We forget we need God because we think we can do it all by ourselves.
Not until we are pulling branches out of our hair do we recognize we need God in a really big way.
Perhaps we need to say, “God, I need you more than ever. I’m not sure how to steer. Maybe you could just point me in the right direction. I’d like to avoid a few more of those bushes.”
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