I’m learning that when things are tough, when things aren’t going the way I’d like for them to, humility is not that hard to come by. I realize that I obviously don’t have everything under control, and I can’t solve every problem that comes my way. That’s humbling.
But I’m also learning that a funny thing happens inside of me when a little relief comes. Maybe a length of time has passed and I’m just overall less concerned or hurt. Maybe the problem isn’t as bad as I thought it was or somehow the problem has been made a little less burdensome. Or maybe I’ve just flat out forgotten about it and moved on.
Almost always, the relief comes from a place outside of me. I am not the one who brings about my own relief. God, in His mercy, time and time again, just takes care of it. And how do I respond in turn? I slowly but surely revert to my confidence in myself. My sorely misplaced confidence in myself.
So I talk to myself and say, “When relief comes, remain humble.”