One of the
worst feelings I’ve had in my life has been the feeling of uselessness. There have been times when I have felt like a
burden to the people around me. Times
when I haven’t seen any real way to be a help and encouragement to them. Those feelings weren’t true. I’ve been learning more and more that while
it’s not always obvious to me there are always ways that I can be useful to
others. Yesterday was a reminder of that.
I woke up to
the news that there was some flooding at my mom’s house. While houses that are partially underground
are wonderful for heating and cooling bills when the power goes out stopping
sump pumps from running and the rain comes down and the snow melts the house
takes on water fast. I’m not a mechanic,
I’m not a handyman and I don’t know a whole lot about home maintenance, but I
do know water doesn’t belong on the living room floor. So I went over to help, and thankfully a dear
friend’s mechanically inclined husband came to help too. Somehow we were able to get a generator out
of the shed and running, thread the wire through an air vent, plug the house in
and get the sump pumps going. With running sump pumps the water rapidly
retreated back outside where it belonged.
Once the
power came back on we were able to reset things back to normal. Put the air intake pipe thingy (That’s a
technical term) back together and do some clean-up. I was also able to figure out how to start up
a pump in another friend’s basement to clear out their water while they were
out of town. Who knew I could figure out
how to use a water pump?
By the end
of it all I was tired out, but it was a good tired. I am very thankful that houses don’t flood
every day, but I am also thankful to know when they do, I can help. I can move a generator, I can work a socket
wrench and I have adorable rubber boots.
There are
times in my life when I need help and that’s ok. Needing help doesn’t mean that I’m useless it
just means that I’m not invincible, none of us are. Yesterday was a day I got to be Super Sarah
and come to the rescue, but I can’t wear that cape all the time. I am so thankful that in those moments when
I’ve needed rescuing that the Lord has provided people to come to my aid. He Himself saved me to be His own when I was
against Him.
Christmas is
a celebration of that salvation. The
King lays aside his glory, takes on the form of His people and sacrifices
Himself to save His beloved children.
Holding Jesus in his arms Simeon declares “Mine eyes have seen Your
salvation. . .”
Some days I get to do the rescuing, to help, to encourage, to bring joy,
but every day I need a Savior because while I am never useless I am also never
self-sufficient and for both of those truths I am abundantly thankful.
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