Lord, Humble me. . .

One would think that after a certain amount of "getting" exactly what I prayed for, I would be significantly more careful how and what I pray for.

Alas, you would be wrong.

I prayed that I would be humbled at this point in my life. I prayed that God would strip my pride and would bring me to a place of learning, to a place of true "reception." I must be getting there. I have to be getting there. I'm sure I could moan and complain about my current hourly wage. I'm sure I could moan and complain about working retail at Christmas time (I'm working at Circuit City). I might even be able to complain about standing for 12 hours at a time during my longer shifts. I stress might in all of those circumstances, because truth be told, I can't complain about any of them!

Today, I opened in the imaging department. For those of you who have been into a Circuit City designed in the last 6 years, imaging is just inside the front door (past the registers and customer service). Opening the store in imaging this time of year isn't very much fun because instead of seeing a sign over the department that says "imaging," I truly believe that customers look up and see a sign that says "information." It's a common joke among the guys in the tech department (of which I am a member) that if you're opening and you're in imaging, make sure you know what "hot" items are out of stock in other departments because every customer who walks in the front door is coming to you first, and asking you about ANYTHING.

First thing this morning, I listened as my associates told me about their departments, and Jamie in the "merch" department told me that we are still out of Nintendo Wii's. . . The first customer in the door was twenty-something guy, who under his breath and without making eye contact asked me, "You got any Play Station 3's or Wii's??" This trend continued from customer to customer for a few hours until just before lunch when a frantic woman came up to me out of breath and asked "Any Wii's?" I told her no and she immediately asked, "Do you have any idea when you are getting some in?" I told her that I didn't and she started crying. I didn't know what to do. I asked her if she was ok and she told me that, "My son has been in the hospital for seven months and all he wants for Christmas is a Wii. He actually told me two weeks ago that i didn't need to worry about the Wii because Santa would surely bring him a Wii considering all he had been through for the past few months."

I didn't know how to react.

I still don't.

I've been praying for God to humble me in ways I wanted to be humbled. I wanted to be humbled with respect to my position (employment), my dependence on money and material wealth, etc. As it turns out, I feel like God wants me to see just how wonderful my life is. I have so much. God has given me so much. How can I look at any area of my wonderful life and complain? I can't.

He has humbled me. He continues to do so.

"shake and bake" Ω

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"You hate people!"
"But I love gatherings. Isn't it ironic?"
Randall and Dante