You know how after Thanksgiving, you eat leftovers for a few days, and it’s nice? When it’s gets to be a week, it’s more difficult; not as moist or fresh? When you unwrap leftovers out of the freezer for a month, every day is work as you choke it down? It’s almost hard to swallow. You think if you could eat something else, just for a while, it would be SO great.
(I’m picturing Pam and Roy eating their leftovers after their called-off wedding. Anyone?)
I’ve been eating pie for about a year. At first, it wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t my favorite kind of pie, but like any kind of pie, it has its season, its necessity. After the first few pieces, I was ready to be done. But I keep on eating. For the last year, I’ve been enjoying Humble Pie.
At first, it wasn’t so bad. My few slices of pie came with a lesson I needed to learn. A surprise appendectomy left me helpless to do much with my (then) 1 year old. I learned to be less stubborn and take help that was offered.
My next hunk of humble pie came with a pregnancy very shortly thereafter. Between trips to the hospital and morning sickness, this pie was hard to swallow. I learned that I don’t have to be supermom. I just need to do the best I can on any given day.
But the pie wasn’t finished yet. No, I had a lot more pie to swallow. 6 weeks of restriction for bleeding was a rough piece to get through. Not only did I have to take help when it was offered, I had to ask for and seek out help.
After months and months of Humble Pie, I was ready for something new to chew on. I had some time to reflect and chew on some other flavors before entering a new chapter, where I thought it would taste a lot more like cold mac-n-cheese. Instead, I was met with more Humble Pie.
When our little guy finally came into the world, we noticed right away that his demeanor wasn’t quite as chill as our older child’s.
This has meant nights with little to no sleep. This has meant the fastest showers of my life. This has meant prioritizing conversations with my husband – most of which are done via gmail chat. This has meant getting creative with cooking and housework. And this has meant learning how to be the best mom I can be when the situation isn’t how I envisioned it.
I tell you ALL of this to tell you what I have learned and am learning about myself. I have learned that I can be judgmental, especially of other moms. I have learned that it’s ok to let my baby cry if I know he’s safe, so that I can spend time with my husband or my daughter. I have learned (and this might be the hardest lesson for me) that asking for help if I truly need it, is ok. And asking for helping when I need a break, is ok too. And it’s more than ok, it can be really GOOD. And someone offering to help me is not commentary on me doing a bad good; it’s a gesture of support.
And most importantly, I have learned that humility is something I need more of. When I was looking up some stuff on humility this morning, I noticed that a synonym of humility is “teachable”. Because I have been eating a lot of Humble Pie, I have become more TEACHABLE.
There is a passage in Proverbs 2 about an adulterous woman (16-17), or it could be interpreted as anything or anyone that can seduce or is seductive.
Wisdom will save you also from the adulterous woman,
from the wayward woman with her seductive words,
who has left the partner of her youth
and ignored the covenant she made before God.
The footnote in my Bible, to me, is so wonderful and clear.
…Two of the most difficult sins to resist are pride and sexual immorality. Both are seductive. Pride says, “I deserve it”; sexual desire says “I need it.” In combination their appeal is deadly. … Pride appeals to the empty head; sexual enticement appeals to the empty heart. By looking to God, we can fill our heads with his wisdom and our hearts with his love.
God is using these humbling events to fill my head with more knowledge of him. During these humbling times, I see opportunities to not only be more humble before my God and others, but also to extend grace to those around me as they have need.
I still have a lot more to learn about humility before this life is through. God is using the humbling process to bring me to my knees over and over again. It’s not because I like the pie, but it’s because God can see that I (and all of us) need to eat it and come before Him.
I get it. This wasn’t about marriage per se, or was it? In what ways does this apply to marriage? Dare you to really think about how humility plays a part in our marriages. I’m hoping to do a follow up on Thursday (Lord willing) on humility in marriage.
Would you be brave and share ways in which you’ve tasted Humble Pie?