Well, here we are. Just a few days from Thanksgiving, and only a week before I start my new job. Yes, you read that right, a job! For little old me! I’ll be doing science, which I’m pretty excited about. I also had to order prescription safety glasses, because working as a formulations chemist wasn’t quite nerdy enough on its own, so there’s that.
(Insert seamless transition here: ) I’m in this Bible study on Ruth with some really great gals, and last week we got to the part where Boaz helps Ruth. He defends her. And in this story, Boaz represents the Lord standing up for Ruth. He fights on her behalf. And it’s great to see how successfully that story played out. But I’d be lying if I said I believed that’s how it would go down for me. You see, I cringe at the idea of needing people to help me, rescue me, defend me, show me grace, etc. I don’t expect people to do that for me, and by default, I don’t expect the Lord to, either. It has a lot to do with trust, and it also has a lot to do with wanting to be “strong” in and of myself. Needing people to love and help me is both difficult and humbling. In much better words than mine, Shauna Niequist in Bittersweet hits the nail on the proverbial head,
I hate to think about the fact that people who love me show me grace for all my faults. I prefer to believe instead that the math works: that there are good things about me and hard things about me, but that they’ve checked the math and because I’m funny enough, they can let go of how terrible I look most days, or that if I’m interesting enough, the fact that my house is dirty isn’t such a big deal. But that kind of math is specifically anti-grace. Grace isn’t about netting out on the right side of things.
Every morning is a humbling act for me to accept grace from God and from others. I have to remind myself that needing love and help from others is not a sign of weakness, but instead a sign of incredible humility and strength, and that even though there are hard things about me, my loveliest thing of all is that I am loved. And so today, Ruth, you’re my hero. For not only working hard in those fields, but for allowing the Lord to fight your battles. It turns out that being humble takes a lot more guts than being strong all by yourself. It also has an exponentially higher success rate, so cheers to you for figuring that one out, sister.