This morning a friend that was to come by my house to clean had an incident before leaving her home - a baby skunk in her garage. When my friend entered my house, so did the pungent aroma of skunk. Bless her heart, she touched nothing, yet the smell quickly permeated my downstairs and me. She left, cleaned up, and came back this afternoon free of skunk.
Last week I sat next to a young male employee at Verizon Wireless while he helped lower my bill. He yawned a number of times. Finally, I said, "I must be really interesting." He said, "I'm just tired." Today I went back to Verizon Wireless for more help with my phone, and saw a different young man. He preceded to yawn and yawn. I had to say, "I must be so mesmerizing," and shared with him about last week's experience. He said, "I have to work a lot." Ha-Ha! I'm sure being tired was the reason these two separate people almost fell asleep while helping me. Is it true, "There are no coincidences?"
These are the kind of incidents that trigger my sense of humor. They trigger another thing though that I call "dying to self." To me that means, I feel humbled, and realize that I'm not too hot. Being humbled is actually the very place I want to be. Years ago, in my Webster's Dictionary, I read a quote by the poet, John Donne, "Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification." Yes, this was in the definition of "humiliation." Whoa, Cowgirls and Cowboys!!! As much as it hurts to feel humiliated some times more than others, I have learned that it is a very positive thing for my internal growth. There is a deepening of my spirituality, and a sense of becoming a little more like my God. For this kind of maturity, I definitely know there are no coincidences.