There are so many scriptures about pride and humility. It must be a very big problem with us humans, sort of like the tongue. I know I struggle with all these things. I must confess that I am proud of my independence and of the things that I have been able to accomplish although I am very aware that all of these things were through the amazing grace of my Lord and Savior. Nevertheless, I can get an I don't need your help or I know what I'm doing and I'm good at it, attitude. It's something I have to beg for help with through prayers everyday. I love the way our Savior can knock me down a few pegs every once-in-awhile to remind me I do need help and I am not all that good at anything. He allows embarrassing situations to happen to me to try and teach me humility.
About two years ago, I was pumping my gas at our little local Jiffy gas station. I was very proud of the fact that I pumped my own gas and didn't need anyone to help me. Most the time these gas pumps don't print you a receipt so I wasn't concerned when I didn't get a receipt this particular day. I got back in my van and headed out to the light to make my turn onto the main road. All of a sudden, I hear some woman yelling at me from the parking lot, "Lady, come back. You didn't pay for your gas".
"Who me?" How absurd that she would think that I would run out on paying for my gas. So I turned around, got out of my van, wheeled into the store so I could explain that I had used my credit card to pay.
"Well, did you pick up the nozzle before it told you too because if you did, you canceled the transaction."
I did not know that and obviously that is what happened. I paid for the gas and went on my way but I have to say, I was humiliated.
Last Wednesday I was at this same gas station pumping my gas making sure I waited for the pump to tell me to lift the nozzle, as I always do now.
As I headed up the mountain, I noticed a policeman tailing me very close. I made sure I was doing everything right but he was not backing off. Then they came on, those embarrassing Blue Lights Of Fellowship. As I pulled over a million things are going through my head. Then it hits me. I had just left the Jiffy gas station. Oh no, not again. Well they are just going to have to go to the video tape because I paid.
"How are you today", he says all sweet and southern like.
"Well I'm not sure. You tell me." I said as sweet and southern as I could be. Considering batting an eyelash or two if I need to. You're a 62 year old woman in a wheelchair girl, get a grip!
"I just wanted to let you know that your tags have been expired sense JULY."
I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. How could that have happened?
He let me go and I praised God all the way home. At the same time I'm wondering how little miss independent, little miss organized, little miss on-top-of-everything, let this happen. Someone else must have dropped the ball along the way.
As it turned out, I was never sent the registration renewal but I had to take another good look at myself and realize I wasn't all that organized or I would have noticed. And being pulled over on the side of the road with those blue lights flashing, is the pits.
I was sharing this story with my boss because I had to take some time off to go get this straightened out. His first response was, "Didn't you tell them you worked for Dr. Horton?"
My first thought was, I don't need you to get me out of a ticket. I can do it myself.
I guess it's back to the Word and onto my knees again. Will I ever learn?
About two years ago, I was pumping my gas at our little local Jiffy gas station. I was very proud of the fact that I pumped my own gas and didn't need anyone to help me. Most the time these gas pumps don't print you a receipt so I wasn't concerned when I didn't get a receipt this particular day. I got back in my van and headed out to the light to make my turn onto the main road. All of a sudden, I hear some woman yelling at me from the parking lot, "Lady, come back. You didn't pay for your gas".
"Who me?" How absurd that she would think that I would run out on paying for my gas. So I turned around, got out of my van, wheeled into the store so I could explain that I had used my credit card to pay.
"Well, did you pick up the nozzle before it told you too because if you did, you canceled the transaction."
I did not know that and obviously that is what happened. I paid for the gas and went on my way but I have to say, I was humiliated.
Last Wednesday I was at this same gas station pumping my gas making sure I waited for the pump to tell me to lift the nozzle, as I always do now.
As I headed up the mountain, I noticed a policeman tailing me very close. I made sure I was doing everything right but he was not backing off. Then they came on, those embarrassing Blue Lights Of Fellowship. As I pulled over a million things are going through my head. Then it hits me. I had just left the Jiffy gas station. Oh no, not again. Well they are just going to have to go to the video tape because I paid.
"How are you today", he says all sweet and southern like.
"Well I'm not sure. You tell me." I said as sweet and southern as I could be. Considering batting an eyelash or two if I need to. You're a 62 year old woman in a wheelchair girl, get a grip!
"I just wanted to let you know that your tags have been expired sense JULY."
I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. How could that have happened?
He let me go and I praised God all the way home. At the same time I'm wondering how little miss independent, little miss organized, little miss on-top-of-everything, let this happen. Someone else must have dropped the ball along the way.
As it turned out, I was never sent the registration renewal but I had to take another good look at myself and realize I wasn't all that organized or I would have noticed. And being pulled over on the side of the road with those blue lights flashing, is the pits.
I was sharing this story with my boss because I had to take some time off to go get this straightened out. His first response was, "Didn't you tell them you worked for Dr. Horton?"
My first thought was, I don't need you to get me out of a ticket. I can do it myself.
I guess it's back to the Word and onto my knees again. Will I ever learn?
