Pride trips me up every time. Thinking I’ve got this when I clearly don’t. Saying “No thanks” when I really need help. This verse from Proverbs nails it: “Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall” (Proverbs 16:18).
Notice how the Lord doesn’t say pride sometimes ends badly. No, it’s a guaranteed outcome. I remember one such time in particular. Oh, baby.
After speaking at a conference in Cape Town, South Africa, I had to fly to Johannesburg before boarding my eighteen-hour flight home. The discount airline — their motto was “More nice, less price” — permitted just one checked bag weighing no more than forty pounds. That meant my carry-on, jammed with books, weighed a ton.
When we landed and prepared to disembark, the crew didn’t wave those of us seated in the back of the plane to move forward toward the Jetway. No, no. Instead, they pointed to a long, flimsy set of stairs leading from the back of our big plane down to the tarmac ten feet below. It was more of an emergency exit. No railing, no sides, no kidding.
I took two steps down before the male flight attendant waiting at the bottom saw my dilemma and started up, his hand outstretched to take my overstuffed bag.
A smart woman would have stopped at that point and waited for help. An even smarter woman would have asked for assistance before starting down. But a foolish, prideful woman thinks, “I can handle this myself,” and takes one more step.
Over the side I went, heavy bag still in hand, plunging toward the ground headfirst. My thoughts at that moment were concise. This is it. This is how I die.
Seconds later I landed with a sickening thud. Then a wave of shock washed over me, followed by amazement. I had survived! Still lying on the tarmac, I did a quick head-to-toe check and was relieved to find I could move my head and neck, my shoulders and back, my thighs and knees.
But when I tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through my right foot, still trapped beneath my bag. It took three people to help me stand and a wheelchair to roll me inside the terminal. The airport medic gave my foot a once-over, wrapped it in an Ace bandage, and sent me on my way, insisting that my foot wasn’t broken.
After a long, pain-racked flight home, I hobbled into my husband’s embrace, glad I’d decided not to call him from South Africa. What would I have said? “Hi, honey! I fell out of an airplane…”
Three days later the burning pain and swelling had grown worse. Three doctors later a diagnosis was made. My bones and muscles were fine, but the nerves in my foot were not.
“This could go one of two ways,” the doctor explained. “You will either have unremitting pain with crippling, irreversible changes, or you could experience spontaneous remission.” Surely spontaneous remission was the medical term for miracle.
When I looked up my symptoms on the Internet (not recommended), I learned that some patients with this condition end up in a wheelchair, and amputation might be necessary.
In the days that followed, I prayed like mad and did what I was told, attaching electrodes to my seemingly frozen foot and trying to wiggle my toes. God, in His infinite kindness, answered my prayers. By the end of the summer, I could stand without wincing, walk without crying, and approach a flight of stairs without having a meltdown.
If I’d just let go of that carry-on bag, I would have been injury-free except for some colorful bruises. But I didn’t let go. I hung on tightly, not only to my hand luggage but also to my pride, despite the Bible’s assurance that “a proud attitude brings ruin” (Proverbs 16:18).
My three crooked toes are a permanent reminder of that truth. So are these three lessons I learned about being humble instead of prideful:
Ask for assistance when it’s needed.
Accept help when it’s offered.
And thank God for small miracles.
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Liz Curtis Higgs is a former Bad Girl, grateful for God’s grace. Bible teacher, grateful for God’s truth. Happy wife of Bill, one of the Good Guys. Proud mom of two grown-up kids with tender hearts. Lame housekeeper. Marginal cook. Pitiful gardener. Honored to speak, write, blog, and encourage others. Connect with Liz at her website, Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest.
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